A week had passed since Yumi and the others disappeared. I was beginning to lose my mind. Mrs. Fritz's attitude towards me hadn't changed much. If anything, it's gotten worse. Now she deems me the professional class rebel. She probably hates my guts.

(the bell rings, the students begin to leave)

Mrs. Fritz: Have a good day, students! See you tomorrow! (William tries to leave the room) Except for you, Dunbar. I'd like to see you in my office, right now.

I really wanted to get out of here, but something told me I'd regret if I ran off. So I sat down in her office. The hardwood stool felt uncomfortable, but it could have been worse.

William: Mrs. Fritz, is something wrong?

Mrs. Fritz: I want to talk to you. According to what I was told about you from Mrs. Campbell, she said that you're a bright, optimistic student who hardly ever gets into trouble, and gets an average grade in this class. Progress reports are going to be handed out soon, and yours doesn't look very good. Is there any reason why this could be true?

William: I... I don't know. Maybe I'm just overwhelmed by this class.

Mrs. Fritz: Really? I've heard strange noises in your room at night. What time did you wake up this morning?

William: Five o'clock. Why do you ask?

Mrs. Fritz: Five? That's an unusual hour. School doesn't start until eight in the morning. Most students are up by seven, maybe 6:30 at the earliest. What woke you up so early?

Oh, boy.. I thought to myself. She must be onto me. What do I tell her? I couldn't tell her about my nightmares or strange dreams with Yumi in them.

William: Well... I.. um.. (Mr. Delmas walks in)

Mr. Delmas: William Dunbar? What are you doing here?

Mrs. Fritz: I was calling him into my office to speak with him privately during my spare time.

William: She seems to say that I'm a bad student and wants an explanation for my strange behavior.

Mrs. Fritz: I never said that!

William: But you implied it!

Mr. Delmas: William, how has been treating you?

I gave an accurate, yet long story of how treated me over the last several days.

Mr. Delmas: Mrs. Fritz, you are here to temporarily fill in for Mrs. Campbell while she cares for her firstborn son, not to torture her students. Sure William may not be the best student, but this does not mean you have the right to punish him severely by threatening to suspend him. That is my job. William Dunbar, you are dismissed. Where are you supposed to be right now?

William: Computer Programming with Mr. Herman.

Mr. Delmas: Here's a pass. I suggest you get down there quickly. You can thank me later. (William leaves, walking very quickly)

I was very glad to be saved from farther interrogation, but I also had a feeling that next time, I wouldn't be so lucky. I went through the rest of my classes, and tried hard to pay attention in Computer Programming, but I kept thinking about the history of Lyoko and the importance of Franz Hopper, whom, according to Jeremie, was Aelita's father, and the creator of Xana. I wondered if any of that information could help us in the situation we were in, but my thoughts were disrupted yet again by my teacher, Mr. Herman.

Mr. Herman: William Dunbar!

William: Huh? Oh, not again...

Mr. Herman: William, how are you ever going to get a good grade if you staring off into space?

William: I have no idea.

Mr. Herman: On that getting-to-know-you sheet at the beginning of the year, didn't you tell me that you wanted straight A's on your report card?

William: I did say that. Look, a lot of things have happened recently... (Mrs. Fritz enters the room)

Mrs. Fritz: Finally. It took me forever to find this place..

Mr. Herman: Mrs. Fritz, don't you have a chemistry class to teach for Mrs. Campbell?

Mrs. Fritz: This is my free time, Mr. Herman, and I was rudely interrupted while I was talking to Mr. Dunbar. You, (she points to William) you're coming with me.

William: No. I'm not coming with you.

Mrs. Fritz: No? What do you mean no? (William stands up, pointing at Mrs. Fritz)

William: You were interrogating me back there. You have no right to butt into my private life, which is exactly what you're doing! If you keep doing that, I'm leaving your class!

Mathias: Uh, William, I hate to burst your bubble, but you can't transfer to another chemistry class at this time of year. Class transfers ended about three weeks ago.

Priscilla: In case you forgot the simple fact, advanced chemistry...

William: Is a required class... I know, I know... (to Mrs. Fritz) Look, you have no right to interrogate me. So I'm not leaving.

Mr. Herman (to Mrs. Fritz): Get out, you have no reason to be here. (Mrs. Fritz growls as she heads for the door, she leaves, William returns to his seat)

William: I swear that woman is out to get me...

Anais: William, I'm sure that's not the case. I think you're overthinking this.

William: I think that you're not thinking enough about this.

Mr. Herman: Alright, that's enough chitter-chatter! Back to our lesson...

It was bad enough that Mrs. Fritz took Mrs. Campbell's place, but now the terrible teacher was interrogating me. And I hated interrogation... No one seemed to understand the situation I was in, not even my best friend, Sammy Andrews.