George (a.k.a Mr.NotFound) sits at his desk with a sigh. He’s grading a stack of papers, and it’s around 2 hours after school had gotten out. He rubs his eyes and reaches for a grading pen, before looking up and noticing Dream.

“Mr. WasTaken, do you need something?”

Mr.NotFound’s eyes look up to him with a look of exhaust, but still keeps his tone cheery.