Alex flashed back to consciousness with a gasp like he'd been forgetting to breathe in his sleep. Why was he asleep? It took no more than a second to take in most of his surroundings. The floor was hardwood for sure. He could see a few desks messily pushed off to the side of the room. The room had a reddish tint. It sort of looked like his classroom, but his vision while lying on the floor was quite impaired. His last memory was of the classroom and something else, but that was hazy at the moment.

He pushed himself up from his facedown position to better see where he was. He took a deap breath and licked his lips as he arose. He had a habit of sleeping with his mouth open. He barely managed to turn towards a desk as he vomited underneath it. Whatever coated the floors had managed to find it's way onto his lips as he slept. The viscous, rotten, irony taste mixed with the smell that complimented it perfectly in it's vile way, was to much for his shocked stomach. Throwing up was a quick rude awakening for him. He really did not like it and wanted to find the causes as quickly as possible to prevent them ever again if at all possible.

He wiped his mouth with a dry part of his sleeve and looked around again. It was certainly his classroom, but it was in some strange sort of disarray. He glanced out the windows to notice a red sky with a black spot that was cut off by the limited view. It sort of explained the red tint to everything, but why was the sky red. He now began to try searching his memory for what led to their predicament. He could only remember a blackout and an earthquake? He had never blacked out like that before. The darkness was eerie and he never blacked out before. Something serious must have done it to him. He began to feel himself, but he didn't feel particularly sore anywhere. The whole thing was feeling very unreal. He was getting very confused and the inability to figure this out was frustrating him.

He suddenly realized, it was too unreal. He just flashed to this seemingly new place and with little to no memory of it. This must be a dream. With a new relief in his revelation, he easily realized how all of this could be explained by him dreaming. A room that barely makes sense, a sky that barely makes sense, he somehow got this taste and smell somewhere, and even a random assortment of classmates. He had just noticed a few of the others at the moment as well. None of it really makes sense, but it all seems logical to me. This certainly feels like a dream. I wonder how much fun this one will be, or if I'll remember it when I wake up. 

The music had been growing steadily as he woke up to his new environment. Shizune was trying to wake everyone up at first and now Anri and Tony were trying to figure out what was going on as well. Everything was seeming very real and actually really well put together for a dream. He stood up with the help of the desk he was next to and waited for whatever was going to happen next. Shizune seemed to know what might be going on, but her worried expression didn't look good. He wasn't sure of his dream theory and every moment that passed his doubt grew exponentially.