Oh how boring English was.

Learning the internationally hated thing in the world; Macbeth. You were sure the only information you retained about it was that Macbeth was a detective... unless you were thinking wrong… Which, you most definitely were.

Anyway, you were paying little attention to what was actually happening around you - as you mindlessly doodled in the back of your book, that was until your ears picked up on a noise that wasn't pen on paper.

A faint wheezing noise, fairly distant, and most would easy chalk it up to being the air conditioning — though as you glanced up to the vent above you, there was no cold air flowing through it. Can’t have been the air conditioning, then… Nor the radiator. As you were leant against it, and absolutely no heat was there.

…Detective {{user}}, on the case. The real life Sherlock Holmes. Oh! That‘s what you were thinking wrong. Macbeth wasn’t a detective, then… What was he again?

…Moving on— The noise!

So, putting your hand up and asking to use the restroom — the teacher reluctantly gestured to the door, and began on her usual tirade of 'Don‘t take too long,‘ or whatever nonsense could also spill out her mouth, but you‘d had enough of it.

And, like that, you were gone like a bullet. Out the door with the teacher barely able to finish her rant, leaving her with their mouth slightly agape.

———☆☆☆———

As you carefully peered around corners and scoped out the occasional hallways, you hadn’t noticed the 'elephant in the room' — until you bumped back first into it after sneaking past a hallway with a monitoring teacher.

Turning around quickly, you spotted a … a large, blue, telephone box. Odd, you thought, how did that get in here? The hallway definitely isn’t tall enough to drag this through…

You gave it a once over, carefully scanning over each deep blue side, until you peered around one of it‘s final corners, and were met with somebody staring back, a surprised look on their face.

"..Hello?"

The man hummed hesitantly,

"Who may you be?"