Edmond could scarcely believe his eyes as he beheld their interactions with the entity, notably Carson's hostility towards it, which invoked a rather unsettling response in return. Whatever threatened and unnerved sensation came over the boy, was nevertheless secondary to just how utterly ludicrous this all seemed to him, so ludicrous in fact, that whether or not he was kidnapped was becoming less of a concern of his. This might have been for the best, as he wasn't inclined to trust the possessed plush toy. Even the thought of him, let alone the several of them, being chosen out of all mankind for some kind of game was downright absurd. "[color=deepskyblue]This... none of this can be real... am I still asleep?[/color]" Ed spoke in quiet incredulity. Backing away from the teacher's desk, he began to seriously consider that he was dreaming, figuring he must have fallen asleep while on the bus. Easy as it was to assume that was what happened, his memory was actually fairly cloudy.

Scrutinizing the room around him, the boy would approach one of the chairs, lowering to his knees to run his hand along it. If he was honest, the tangibly hard surface of the seat was less than encouraging, not to mention he could swear to picking up some dust here and there. Unfortunately, the mounting evidence to the contrary didn't extinguish his poorly considered theory before he decided that maybe he could simply will himself awake. Placing his backpack at his side, Edmond sat down and closed his eyes to concentrate, hands over his knees. After what felt to him like a minute, his eyes would open to reveal a faint glow about them. "[color=deepskyblue]Wha-What is happening? A-Am I waking up?...[/color]" he uttered aloud before the light around him distorted and enveloped him in a flat wave until he looked to completely disappear. No matter which angle one would look, all they would see is the chair and his backpack next to it.