While Ryou stood in the doorway, speechless and taking shallow breaths, this stranger looked disturbingly nonchalant. He still hadn't looked towards the door at this apparent paradox. The cafeteria was incredibly still except for the persistent light patter of rain outside. How appropiate. The impostor reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone, punching in a number one-handed. The gesture was confusing and out of place there before the impending breakdown. Ryou's quiet breaths became even shallower. A sharp, horrified gasp was let out as Ryou's own phone rang in his pocket.

"Moshi moshi?" he said weakly into the phone.

The impostor wasted no time with formalities, answering with Ryou's own cheery, sweet voice. "I haven't forgiven you for leaving me to die back in Egypt. I'm giving you a thirty second head start. Go, yadonushi." The last word was different from the others, uttered harshly in a low growl, an entirely different voice.

Obediently Ryou dropped his phone wordlessly and raced desperately down the hallway.

"By the way," he continued, "I stole your car."Then he waited for thirty seconds to hear a horrified scream before breaking out in a huge, frightening, sincere grin.

"That's my cue," he proudly informed his audience of stunned schoolchildren.