Gwen was in the lead as they went into the building. "Alright." Gwen said, "Me and Susan are taking right, you three take the left." While no one was saying it, after whatever happened the day before she didn't want Quill with just one person.

They did didn't know exactly what happened yesterday. When she finally came out, she apologized, but offered no explanation. They asked, but she brushed them off, going back to work as if nothing had happened. It was actually scarier than the outburst itself in a way.

"I want everyone to check in with each other every five minutes." Gwen continued, "Coms in at all time, guns ready at all times, do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal." Fox responded, before they parted ways.

Once they were far enough away, Fox was about to speak when suddenly, the scanner started making noise.

"Scanners picking up something." Quill announced.

"Is that a big one or a little one?" Fox asked.

"Little." Quill answered.

"Gwen." Fox spoke into his com, "Are you getting anything? Anything at all?"

"Nothing." Gwen answered, "Why?"

"We're getting a signal in here." Fox explained, "No spike yet, but a signal."

"Do you think that means there's going to be a spike?" Gwen asked, "That a tear's about to open?"

"That's a very real possibility." Quill spoke up, "After the spike was when we found the Glurp. And the tear where the Vesiform came through gave off elevated energy reason the whole time it was open. The fact that you're not getting any could mean—"

"Something just moved." Charlie interjected, turning towards the right hall aiming his gun.

"Stay here." Quill ordered, proceeding into the hallway with Fox, "Gwen we might have something here." She said, "I'm not sure what, apparently Celeste couldn't get the bloody lights on."

"She can't do everything." Fox spoke up.

"Okay, just hold on, we can be there in five minutes." Gwen said.

"I think it's a little late for that." Quill responded.

"Why?" Gwen asked, thought she already know the reason.

That was when the beam on the flashlight on Fox's gun landed on something revealing a puppy of all things. It looked sort of like a Doberman, except instead of black on top of brown, its fur was a darker, chocolate brown on top of a lighter brown.

"Hey there," Fox said, softly lowering his gun, holstering it as he walked over to the dog. He offered his hand to it. The puppy licked it.

Fox smiled. "Aren't you the pretty one?"

The dog didn't respond, just kept liking his hand.

"Would you like to come with me?" Fox asked, moving to pick up the dog.

"Fox, don't!" Quill exclaimed, "It could be dangerous!"

"Quill." Fox responded, pausing in his action," She can't be more than six weeks old. Barely old enough to be her away from her mother."

"Oh, sure, it looks like a helpless puppy until it rips your throat out." Quill replied.

Fox stared at her questioningly.

"You're the one who said I should read Oryx And Crake." Quill reminded him.

Suddenly Gwen's voice came over the coms. "Guys what's going on here?" She asked, clearly starting to freak out, "Guys?!"

"We're here Gwen." Fox assured her, "It's either a stray dog, or a Wlovog."

"What?" Gwen responded, understandably confused.

"Never mind." Fox replied flatly.

That was when the dog ran off, Fox going after it.

Quill rolled her eyes, going after him saying, "If you get yourself killed, don't blame it on me."

Neither of them realized that Charlie, tired of waiting, finally disobeyed and hurried to catch up to the pair.

As Quill and Fox ran down the hall, they started to hear voices. "Now, Mr. Dawson," A voice they didn't recognized was saying, "I don't think we're asking too much here."

"I don't have to answer to you, Pearson." Another man's voice, raised and angry, said.

"I thought we were supposed to be the only ones here." Fox whispered.

"So, did I." Quill replied, marching that way.

As they marched towards the boy's locker room where the voices were coming from, a third-Quill thought she actually recognized it as the headmaster-what was his name again-Armitage? -said, "But you do have to answer to me. Now, just take the test and if comes clean we'll both owe you an apology."

The Torchwood operatives smashed themselves against the wall. Closet to the door, Quill turned her head and peered in as best she could without being detected. She could see that yes, one of the men in this conversation was the headmaster. She standing next to a man that Quill could've sword was her cover from the other day. Person had been his name, hadn't it? Across from them was the coach, she remembered him from the flies. What was his name? She thought Susan had called him Coach Dawson. One thing's for sure, they were having some sort confrontation and it was building.

"What proof do you even have?!" Dawson challenged.

Just then Gwen's voice came in over the intercom. "Fox, Quill, come in." She requested, "What's going on over there?"

"Sssh." Fox hissed, "Now not's the best time, Gwen."

However, it was too late. They were caught. "Who's there?" Armitage called out, "Come out."

"Stay here." Quill told Fox before revealing herself to the three other men.

"Andrea?" Armitage asked, "What are you doing here?"

"It think the better questions is," Quill began, "What are you all doing here?"

"There's a match today." Dawson spoke up, angrier than anything else, "I came here early to prep and was treated to this ambush."

"I'm sorry, who is this?" Pearson asked.

"Andrea Quill, one of our physics teachers, the one you were covering for, I believe." Amiratige answered, then turned his attention back to the woman herself, "How did you even get in?"

Quill's brain started to race for a convincing lie.

That was when it seemed that very air in spot behind the men turned liquid, and rip of light cut through it.