Masilalt wandered around, not caring that he was lost.He was talking to himself in a language other than English. He was reciting to himself the things he would need to get a voodoo doll of the teacher, and other things he could do to spite him. An idea he enjoyed was finding Davidson's car and drawing pentagrams on it in his own blood, but that would require actually finding his car. Of course, he could always take the idea straight to his classroom. Masi was wrapped up in his thoughts, not paying attention to where he was going.