Lyra had gotten her coffee, had taken a seat and took a good long sip of her coffee before she finally opened her eyes again. And what she saw...oh boy. There weren't many outlines where she was at, that she could see, the but the ones that she could see were bolder and...there was color. She could see color now as well. What was going on? Was she going crazy, or maybe she was just hallucinating...could blind people hallucinate visually? But this wasn't a hallucination, she had seen her own hands move back at home...or at least, she thought she did. She could just keep her eyes closed and try to wait the problem out some more, but what if it went from visual to auditory as well? What if she was sick or something? Lyra was really starting to panic as all the possibilities of what could possibly be going on when she heard a voice.

She recognized it as Mr. Putin's voice and strangely (and thankfully) Lyra started to calm down though she didn't know why. She listened as he asked her about her grades in history and if she was having any trouble. She looked up to tell him that she wasn't great at memorizing dates but froze. The way that Sven was looking down at her caused a shadow to fall over his face, not a really dark one, but it was just enough for Lyra to make out certain features, like his nose and mouth, and even the color of his skin and eyes. Suddenly the anxiety that Lyra was feeling before came back and she quickly put her face in her hands. As she did that, all around her the shadows started to move slightly, twitching, and the longer this went on the worse it got. Some shadows even started to have tendrils appear out of them. But Lyra didn't notice, she was too busy trying to calm down again.