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"My name's Orphic." He said shaking his head remembering social graces.

"Hallie" The woman said softly without turning around.

There was another shudder beneath their feet.

"This way please, we must hurry. I know he is heavy but please." Hallie had stopped with her back facing Orphic. Orphic watched her shoulders sag as she asked him to hurry.

She does not want me here. I intrude on her sleeping mother and she does not like it. I do not like it either sister, the home I leave behind is being destroyed. It doesn't matter what happened, I wouldn't have wished that.

They walked on for a while in silence, the smoke getting thicker and thicker as they went. Finally they came to a door that was covered in rose engravings. Hallie went to the door and opened it. She walked through and held the door open so that Orphic could pass through. Orphic was surprised by what he saw inside, some sort of classroom. The room obviously had not been used to it's full potential in a while but lack of dust in certain areas made it clear that at least a portion of it was actively used. Books lined the walls in bookshelves that stretched from the floors to the ceilings. In addition to those on the shelves books littered the desks, sometimes stacked in piles and sometimes on their own.

One end of the room which obviously had been designed for the teacher had a large desk covered in glass jars. This was the area of the room that was still in use. The glass jars, though seemingly placed in a random sprawl, were meticulously clean. There wore no fingerprints nor any specks of dust to bar the gaze from viewing the multicoloured liquids they held.