Sighing, Sailor rested her chin in her cupped hand, reverting to watching the clock. Was she hallucinating now, after spending too many hours in this school for her small mind to cope with? Magic... Seriously Sailor, get a grip, she thought to herself, fiddling with her pen in her other hand, and trying to get the image of the dog being absorbed into Moka out of her head. She wouldn't believe it. This was the real world, and this was starting to creep her out. Perhaps she could make an excuse to leave soon, just so she wouldn't have to put up with it.