Dave, engrossed by looking into his new eyes, was briefly startled by loud voices next to him. He jumped slightly, looking over to his right. Nobody was there, but the voices still happened. I must be going insane, he thought, but soon enough, he identified Whitney's usual voice from the multitude of others he could now hear clearly.
"This is affecting our group from yesterday, isn't it?" he said uneasily. A moment passed. "I'll go along with whatever dumb thing you'll plan, I've got nothing better to do." He heard footsteps walking away, probably towards the owner's next class. Dave recollected his thoughts, now with the information in his head that he and Pen weren't the only ones with this mystery disease. He glanced back up at the mirror. The golden eyes had disappeared, replaced by the normal blue. Splashing his face with water, he spit the globule of blood out of his mouth and tried to breathe normally, exiting the bathroom and making his way over to where Pen was.

"Well, I guess we know now that it's not just us two with this... thing," he remarked. "Now that we've got Whitney, we just have to find the others, I suppose." He noticed the extra backpack on Pen's shoulder and recognized it as his own. He smiled for the first time that day.

"Thanks for getting my backpack, that old codger Stanton probably would have just thrown it away." He grabbed it off her shoulder and slung it around his own.

"I'll go look around for Saxon and the others, see you later" he said, delving into the steady stream of students.

Just before he got to his next period Social Sciences class, he saw an odd commotion up ahead. Nobody seemed to be noticing, but Dave was most definitely curious. When he arrived at the scene, he noticed Dante, looking very pained, stumble over to a hoodie-wearing figure, who, on a closer look, was Saxon. He walked over to the two. They would know something.

"Hey, what's going on?" he asked. "You guys feel terrible today too?"