When Zu and Death made it to 'Class', Zu saw a lot of eevees. They looked at him strange, because he was an umbreon of course. Zu wasn't as upset as he thought he would be. 'Maybe their dislike of me will help me leave this place!' As much as Zu wished this was true, he doubted it would be any help. 'It'll just make me disliked, that's all!'

"Okay, Class whose not my class!" The teacher, a glaceon, said.      "Right now you are going to get into your classes! Those who want to be a Sylveon, go there! Those who wish to be an Espeon, go there! Those who hope to be an Umbreon, go there! Those who desire to be a Glaceon, like Me, come over here! Those who..." Zu drove her voice away with his own thoughts. Nothing she said would get him out of here anyways. The only thing he thought right now was 'How will I get out of here!?'