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Every door is different. Student's of Eleanor knew that. Some knew that one day they would find their way home. They had hope. Once a four letter word to Sumi. Eleanor allowed it anyway, though she didn't permit real. Because what is real?

Days at Eleanor West School for Wayward Children were filled with classes, taught by outsiders. And therapy sessions run by Eleanor's great grand-nephew Kade. 

Since Hannah had joined Eleanor's school, she had made friends with anyone who would let her. Of course, she had made fast friends with Sumi. They had come from similar compass worlds, albeit very different worlds in of themselves. The pair of them had become the welcoming committee. Eleanor did her best to make sure they weren't greeting children from High Logic worlds, but there was no guarantee. 

Of course, she couldn't stop the girls if they were already outside greeting the new student before she had even finished getting down the stairs. 

"Hannah! Sumi! She's from a land of the dead!" The door was closing behind them before Eleanor had finished her sentence. 

The chaos that was Hannah and Sumi had already found their way in front of a squinting Astrid "Hello and welcome." They said in unison.