The kids you teach were rowdy today. Makes sense, it’s April, after all. When you arrive home it’s dead silent. Nara is usually home by now. You look at the clock on the stove that reads 6:27pm.

“Welcome back.” Oh, there’s Nara! Already you’re excited to tell her about your day, and about the field trip you have to chaperone soon. It’s a trip to a farm about an hour away from the city.