Shut Up, We're Doing Science!, All students!

"No cigar," said Dr, Hill. "Six minutes. After that, brain death."

Victoria took out her nooe book writing that down. She was almost right, but knew that being almost right wasn't good enough in Doctor Hill's class. She wrote down what her professor said underlineing it twice...

She looked over at anasnyth waiting until no one was looking before she passed her a note which read: I know the truth about your father -- Meet me after class in the rare books section...

of course she only suspected that she and her father had swapped minds. if this was true than perhaps she could help her swich minds too. She had a hunch that if she showed up tonight it would only confirm her suspicions...

After scanning the contents of the note, Asenath shot a glare in Eunice's direction. Her first instinct was to accuse her former friend, but she relented. No, even as things stood between them now, Eunice couldn't possibly be so stupid as to go running her mouth.

Smirking, Asenath knew that as long as she kept her cool and denied everything, Victoria had no real proof. What she had was a hunch that she was trying to confirm as fact -- sadly, Asenath would never give her that pleasure. Legally, Asenath's arrangement for her father was ironclad. But the fact that Victoria simply entertained these suspicions made her a bigger enemy in Asenath's eyes -- one that would have to be taken care of.

She had half a mind to crumple up the note in a ball and just toss it away, but instead she scribbled down:

Folding the paper neatly, she nudged Wilbur gently and whispered, "Psst. Pass this on. Over there, to the girl with the tragic haircut."

Was this East High? What was with the secondary school childishness? With a roll of his eyes, Wilbur grudgingly took the note, but not without some kind of parting shot: "Next time, remember that I'm not your courier service, Asenath."

After sneaking it under his desk, Wilbur unceremoniously flipped the note open. She told him to pass it along, but said nothing about reading it. It wasn't so much curiosity as just something to abate the utter boredom.

The message was best described as cryptic. And Asenath's reply? Scathing. But there was enough between the lines to spur Wilbur's interest. He skimmed it a second time. Blood traitor? Somehow he doubted the two girls were related, when they had little in common appearance-wise besides the oddly large, fish-like eyes.

Oh for the love of science why was West even here. It was the same old song an dance he had seen before from Hill. Six minute brain death, blah, blah, blah. Though West had his won way of making the interruption he wanted an his clear displeasure known.

He lifted the large text book he had out on his portion of the platformed desk an dropped it back down to the hard surface crating a loud smack. The unamused look on his face was clearer then a human fetus persevered in formaldehyde.

Closing off young minds to things that were not even set in stone yet, the limit on brain death being the fore point of the argument. If only he was ready to expose his precious reagent to the rest of the world yet. Then he would no doubt wipe the smug grin from the man's pompous face.