Hey everyone! Second chapter here...please R&R!

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Ralph slowly walked back to the renovated inn from the cemetery, wishing he could have stayed on the island.

"I hate this godforsaken place," he muttered to himself.

"Oh, you mustn't be so overdramatic. It's not all that bad here." A voice called from behind Ralph's shoulder.

Ralph turned around sharply, startled, recognizing the voice.

Hoping to see someone he knew, an old schoolmate friend or teacher, he was faced by a blank face, a strange, cloaked man with graying hair and gray eyes, reflecting the sea's color.

"And who are you, to follow me around like that?" Ralph exclaimed, infuriated. "I am entitled to my privacy!"

"Oh, my apologies," the man said, his eyes glittering. "I thought you would have recognized me. Long time, no see, eh?"

Ralph gazed in wonder at the strange man. He searched his mind. He blinked, and his vision fuzzed.

A younger man appeared ahead, walking toward Ralph, hands outstretched.

"Ah, I heard you'd be coming today. And how are you? I am Professor Gromley, and I will be the head of your dormitory. Please, follow me."

A younger version of Ralph followed the professor up a set of dank, musty smelling stairs. The man carried a candle, casting dark shadows along the walls.

Ralph wore a tattered pair of pants, and a dark green shirt. His hair was unkempt and unclean, and his bangs kept falling into his eyes. The young boy stumbled along, letting his hand trail over the wall as he went.

The professor wore a long black cloak that swept the floor when he walked. He had brown hair, combed and clean, but too long. He had eyes deep set into face, giving him a closed off appearance. There was always a warm smile on the Professor Gromley's face. He was a cheerful man. It seemed as though nothing could upset him. Gromley was quite a character.

Professor Gromley was an English teacher. He taught Ralph and all his comrades. Ralph was happy to have him as the leader of his dorm. The boys were sometimes entitled to staying up a little longer than allowed when Gromley was feeling peculiarly nice. Professor Gromley soon became Ralph's (and many of the other boys') favorite teacher.

When Ralph learned he was being shipped off because of the war, his school received a letter form his parents. They informed Professor Gromley, and it was his job to tell Ralph. Ralph had been lying on his bed, reading a book for one of his classes. Gromley came in and sat down next to him.

"Ralph…I am afraid I am the bearer of bad news. Your parents have asked for you to be sent off with other boys on a plane which will take you somewhere distant for a while until the war settles down. They are afraid that you may lose your life. You may never see any of us ever again. You have to leave tomorrow morning."

The professor slowly got up and left the room, dropping the letter on the bedstand as he did so, and wiping away the tears settled in his eyes.

A young boy named Ralph looked in wonder at the great man who walked away, and then picked up the leter and started to read.

"Professor!" Ralph laughed, excitedly, his eyes focusing again, the flashback over. "Is it really you, Professor Gromley? Is it really?"

The professor grinned at the sudden recognition.

"I thought I would never see you again! I thought I was doomed to die on that island, my body rotting on the beach…" Ralph trailed off.

Gromley looked at Ralph with concerned eyes. Something had definitely changed in this young boy's heart.

"Are you being expected anywhere? No? Well then, come and have some tea with me…"

Boy and master reunited, the professor walked back to a small cottage in the distance, Ralph striding along next to him, exchanging words.