Zak unclenched his fists. He knew now that something was up. A teacher wouldn't ask a student for help if he thought they were being a problem to them. This teacher knew something about her past that traumatized her. He looked over at Holly, his eyes glimmering. He could feel every emotion she was feeling, almost pure terror, and yet he couldn't understand why. His heightened sense of smell was too strong for something like this. 
"Holly," he said, standing up out of the seat. He put his hands on her desk to keep steady. "Have you ever been to the ocean? Have you ever seen white sand on a beach during the sunrise?" he asked, trying to get off the topic of the cabin in the woods. He hoped some new images would calm her down.