I'm still standing in my place in the middle of the room, too shocked to move. Brice opens the door. "Seto, you here?"

I blink out of my thoughts, which continue to swirl around my imagination and mind. "Y-yeah, hey."

Brice smiles, placing his books and binder on the desk. His face twists in confusion when he sees one of his drawers slightly opened. "Seto, did any of the guys or Tassy come in?"

Shaking my head, I swallow the lump in my throat. "N-not that I know of.. I was out in the f-field.." I smoothly lie.

He opens the drawer, pushing aside papers and pencils. I hear him grunt in frustration. "Seto, don't lie to me."

That took me back slightly. "I'm not lying to you! I wasn't in the dorm until about ten minutes ago!" That was the truth.

"Then where were you?!"

I take a deep breath, easing my nerves. "I, uh.. I was... Um.." I stutter nervously. I couldn't explain that Mouse could both see and hear me.

Brice turns around, facing my direction. "Seto. I'll say this once. Where. Were. You?"

"I..." I begin. "I was at your house.. And Mouse was home sick apparently. The floor creaked, he screamed, he said he saw me! He could even hear me!"

His bright blue eyes widen. "M-Mouse? Mouse, can hear you? And see you!?" He laughs. "My little brother can see you!"

Brice ruffles his golden hair. "Ugh! Off topic.. Did you see anyone come in? Or leave?"

I inhale a sharp breath. "Well.. Uhm.."

"Seto?"

Coughing, I continue. "Someone was here, they went through your drawers. I didn't see who it was, though. I couldn't tell, they had a hood over their face."

I notice Brice cross his arms over his chest. He mumbles something inaudible, then turns back to his desk.

"Brice.."

He glances over his shoulder. "What," he spits, I suppose not meaning to sound so harsh.

"They.. They took some sort of paper, as if it were some sort of scroll." I watch his blue eyes go wide. "Also, like, a little tied up pouch. Do you know anything about those?" I didn't bother to mention I swear I read my own name on the paper. Ask him about that later.

Brice bites his lip. "Well, I do know those certain objects.. Was the scroll thing, like, not written in English?"

"Yeah."

He throws his head back, his hand on his forehead. "Oh dear God.." I hear him mutter.

"Brice.." He looks up from dragging his hand over his face. "What was so important about it?"