Ryan leaned toward his Instructor, Bruce, and nudged him. He was really starting to get creeped out by the simultaneous slumber party that seemed to have take over the class. As he touched Bruce's shoulder it merely broke the rhythm of his quiet snoring, only for it to quickly relapse to its original standard.

	"Bruce" Ryan said quietly, trying to be gentle in his attempt to rise his mentor.
	The instructor's snores did not falter. Ryan cleared his throat and shook his teacher harder, this time without stopping.
	"Bruce," He said, this time louder, "Mr K, I'm finished."

	Bruce slowly opened his eyes, like a lazy kitten stretched out in the sun. His eyes were still partially rolled toward the back of his head. He must've been sleeping pretty hard. The instructor gathered himself in a manner that Ryan could only compare to a sloth....or maybe a zombie, and after several minutes he seemed to finally realize that he'd just been caught sleeping on the job by a student. Ryan felt a little uncomfortable now, it was an akward situation that he could never have predicted he would ever be in.
	Bruce wiped the sleep from his eyes and looked at Ryan confused, then slowly took the test and answer sheet from his hands. The instructor stood and looked at the clock, scratching his head, then turned back to Ryan. 

	"Very good Mr. Fowler, you may-" Bruce paused and looked past Ryan, obviously spotting the rest of the class, still drooling onto their desks.
	"Are you feeling alright, Fowler?" He asked.
	
	Ryan felt a surge of unease come across him. He couldn't help but wonder why everyone in the class, including the Instructor was fast asleep in a matter of minutes, or why he felt oddly energetic. Did Bruce suspect this was HIS doing? that Ryan was somehow involved? No. That would be foolish. Ryan was sure he was blowing this way out of proportion.

	"I feel fine." Ryan answered, trying to smile, but not too big of a smile. The akwardness is just impossible to mask at this point. Still, Bruce seemed to believe him. 

	"Do me a favor son," Bruce began.

	"Yeah, whats up?" Said Ryan.

	The Instructor propped the door open as he ushered Ryan into the hall.

	"Go make sure MOTO-6 has their exhaust vents running, and if so, ask the Instructor to double check the fans."

	"Yes Sir." Ryan replied, heading out the door toward MOTO-6.

	Neither the classroom or the hall smelled like exhaust emissions, and judging by the way Bruce was acting, Ryan was sure he knew that wasn't the case. But it still seemed to make more sense than everyone but the insomniac taking a nap in the middle of a test.

	What a strange day.