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Mr. Lancer's eyes dropped to half-mast as he examined the note from the unfamiliar redhead standing in front of him. "I don't know, Ms. Nun . . . I'm not familiar with this 'Forensics' program. I have no reason to believe you should be given credit in my class for obviously unrelated material."

"Oh, forensics has everything to do with science, Mr. Lancer!" The redhead smiled at him, cocking her head, pulling her braid into view. "And if you don't believe me now, just wait until you see me in class! I'm sure I'll be your top student in no time!"

"Well . . . all right." Lancer grinned down at her. "I know better than to turn away an attentive student. But I'm warning you, I don't want to see you lagging behind. I have enough problem students in my class as is."

A minor shriek down the hall, and Lancer turned to see Dash's underwear hiked out of his pants, with a disoriented Daniel Fenton ambling out of a locker. Lancer raised an eyebrow, and then pointed at the two, before returning his gaze to the redhead.

"And those two are a perfect example of what I have to put with on a daily basis. I'm not here to babysit you, Patricia Nun."

"Trish, please." She glanced down at the two, adjusting a pair of thin-framed glasses.

"Ah, my mistake, Trish . . ." Lancer spat the name out, as though slightly disturbed that he had picked up yet another airheaded egomaniac. "Either way, please try to behave yourself. So few people in this school do."

-ring-ing-ing-ing-ing...-

"Ah, and there's the bell. Better run along before you're late for my class. If I get to the room before you do, it's a tardy."

Trish blinked and bolted, heading for the classroom. People started filing in and taking their seats, only to find Trish standing near the doorway, in the interior, looking nervously at the desks. Lancer walked in last, looking at her.

Trish glanced at the class. "I noticed the desk assignments on your table. I'm not sure where to sit."

"So you're attentive after all, so good to know . . ." Lancer smirked. "Class, we have a new student with us at Casper High. Everyone say hello to Patricia Nun."

"Hello, Patricia..." the class droned in unison, without even a hint of actual cheeriness or even interest.

"Trish will be with us for the next few weeks as a transfer from Amity Academy. I hope you all set a good example for our hopefully new recruit." Lancer spoke, before glancing at Trish and saying "Until I rearrange the seating assignments, you can take the spare desk over by Sam and Daniel over there."

She smiled. "Thank you, Mr. Lancer." Trish walked over to her new desk, plopping down and pulling out a laptop to sit on her desk, much to the surprise and whisperings of the rest of the room.

"Woah . . ." Daniel cooed in disbelief.

"That is one sweet machine!" Tucker grinned. "You know . . . even though it runs Windows."

Lancer narrowed his eyes. "Er, Ms. Nun . . . I don't allow electronics in my class."

"You allow wristwatches and calculators." Trish remarked. "Besides, I became quite comfortable using 'Lazarus' here at the Academy. You can be confident I'm not about to do anything against the school code with it."

He frowned. "I'd rather see your eyes on the blackboard than some pornographic chat room."

"Understood, Mr. Lancer." Trish replied, before noting. "This place has the worst wireless coverage I've seen anyway."

This got a laugh out of the class, before she noticed the glare on Lancer's face, before responding, "Rest assured, Mr. Lancer, I know how to use my machine properly in a classroom. I won't let it be a disturbance."

"See to it that you don't." He responded curtly, before turning to the blackboard. "At any rate, class, today's discussion is over the ionic charges as described in the periodic table. As you can see, the further away from the noble gases an element is . . ."

Trish smiled, pulling up what looked to be a simple web page, before she started editing it at will and filling it with notes. Tucker was sitting behind her, and noticing that she was shuffling between two of these pages during the lecture — one of which looked to be following closely with Lancer's lectures, but her second page . . . she seemed to be taking notes. Far more than the actual class notes, in fact. She was typing swiftly, trying to take note of things as fast as they occurred, as though she wanted to take in every detail possible.

Tucker couldn't help but blink when he saw a picture of Danny in his ghost form pop up on the screen. Something about this girl just didn't seem right . . .