Mr. Miller was still sitting at his desk in his classroom, his hair disheveled, his tie loosened, and his face flushed. He could hear faint sounds coming from the classroom next door, but he couldn’t quite make out what was happening.

He took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure, and stood up from his desk, adjusting his suit and running a hand through his hair. He walked over to the door, opening it slowly, and peered out into the hall.