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One person who didn't see the frog's lunch, however, was Victor. He was back in the darkness, back in the aching cold.

In his mind, a voice resonated. Neither feminine nor masculine, high nor low. It communicated its meaning to his mind, like a unspoken thought.

[i][color=silver]"Water... I see. The gateway, the horizon, the boundary..."[/color][/i]


Before Victor could ask what the hell that meant, a flash of light pierced through the darkness. He was awake once more, and—

Where the hell was he? He was sopping wet, with sand all up—wherever sand goes. Beneath him was hard, cold tile. Above him was fluorescent lights.

Oh, [i]merde.[/i] It was the school lavatory.