Harrison was listening to the Vice Principal, but then his hand brushed his wrist watch and all of a sudden Sinatra was talking to him. "This is boring, kid. Let's leave. Let's go back to Vegas!"
With a sigh Harry looked up where Frank was standing above him "I can't Frankie something important might be said, besides if I do go back I want to be Danny Ocean again. That was hilarious!" Sinatra pulled a face that told Harry to never bring up Oceans Eleven again "See? It gets a bit annoying when you keep on asking for the same thing, besides, I haven't done that duet with Elvis yet, so stop just talking about Vegas."

When Harrison finally refocused on the speech some guy was talking about a party and bringing friends. "Hey Frankie do you think they would count you if I bring you? You're a fun guy." With a raised eyebrow Frank said "Kid, I'm in your head" that made Harry a little sad "Frank, just cause you're in my head, doesn't mean you're not real."

With all the talking done, Harry made his exit and decided to go get some food. "Kid, get some friends that not only you can see. If I wasn't basically an echo of a really awesome and cool guy, I would think you were crazy." As Frank said that, their heads follow as a girl floats by on a rock. "Don't worry Kid, you'll fit right in" with a pat on Harry's shoulder Frank Sinatra dissipated into thin air leaving Harry to wander around and make his way to the cafeteria.

Harry took longer than he expected finding the cafeteria and even longer then to pick something that wouldn't send him in a backward spiral of terrible memories. He got an apple, fruit is generally pretty safe. Spying the hovering rock lady in the corner, Harry approached. His mind still buzzing about the floating rock. Using the vast array of memories he had access to he couldn't find a good way to bring up the subject. Tapping the ring on his right hand saw him going back to one of Houdini's performances and followed him as he went through calming techniques. Dragging himself back to the present, Harry sat across from the lady, placing his lone apple in front of him and being careful not to touch anything else.

Gathering his nerve and focus, not wanting to fade out during the conversation, Harry decided the direct route might be best "Hi, miss. Do you mind if I ask you a question? I saw you before floating on by and was wondering what the cause of that was?" folding his hands in front of him above the apple, he waited.