[@Antarctic Termite]

Strangely, in spite of everything that had just happened, Ross felt rather compelled to follow this 'Shadrach.' Perhaps he knew more than he was letting on. Or perhaps he was simply barking mad. To be truthful, he wasn't entirely sure that he trusted him as he was certainly rathe mad... Though death would probably do that

"I am pleased to- Make your acquaintance. I am, or perhaps more accurately was, Doctor Ross." Ross replied, slowly following after him as he glanced down to his watch and read the time of it. He sighed weakly as he realised that, at about this time, he would have been teaching an English Class a- He wondered whether Mrs Henderson had taken over the class in his absence? Or perhaps they hadn't yet heard at all, and in fact thought him uncharacteristically late. That was a rather discomforting thought; He knew his morning class all too well and was quite aware that in th absence of authority they devolved into hooliganism. He had made the mistake of leaving them alone for fifteen minutes at the becoming of term and when he returned found his folder superglued shut.

He was quite unable to supress a small chuckle; He was a ghost or something of the sort, had been looking at his body just a few minutes before and yet he was still thinking of his job.

His smile faded rather quickly as he realised precisely what his mind was attempting to do to cope with this stress. Part of him wanted to scream, another part wanted to launch into some kind of inane and angry rant- And above all he wanted to figure out what the hell had happened here. It was just- Wrong. And why did he feel more... Powerful. No, he didn't just feel he knew; He could tell that if he wanted to he could do such great thing... And such terrible things.

"This changes everything." He muttered aloud to himself as he furrowed his brow, looking to this 'Josh' for a moment. Everyone was taking this remarkably well, at least on the surface.
EDIT: Yeah, somehow my post got deleted when I sent it the first time. Apologies.