Kadic Dorm A, Room 37, 11:45
"Man! I'm starving!" Eric exclaimed. "Moving across the globe sure works up an appetite!"
"I'm somewhat hungry myself," Jeremie added, looking up from his laptop. "And it's brussel sprouts today."
"Eugh," Eric said, screwing up his face in distaste. "You like those things?"
"Um, Eric, didn't you put syrup in your milk today at breakfast?" Odd chimed in from the hallway.
"Agh! Odd's catlike reflexes and stealth claim another victim!" Eric said, blushing. "And yes, I did. I found that one out at a cabane du sucre (A/N: I think that's how it's spelled in French…it's been a while) up in Quebec. You should try it."
"Well, I'm almost ready to go," Jeremie said. "Just let me close this program…"
All of a sudden, sparks flew from Jeremie's computer and laptop, catching fire to the bed and curtains.
"Sacre merde!" Eric shouted.
"Jeez, Eric, that's some strong language," Odd nagged while trying to smother the fire.
Jeremie looked at his computer's screen. There was an odd red symbol on it, almost like an eye. Eric peered out the window. "It's happening all over the campus!" he shouted. From the distance, he saw a bright white light, rippling and passing over everything. "Hey, what's going on?" He felt a burst of nausea as the foam—
Oh my god it's Wheeler foam but that's impossible
pass over him, and he fell into nothingness.
Kadic Dorm A, Room 37, 11:45
"Man! I'm starving!" Eric exclaimed. "Moving across the globe sure works up an appetite!"
"I'm somewhat hungry myself," Jeremie added, looking up from his laptop. He frowned. "That's odd."
"Aww, how did you know?" Odd's voice floated through from the hallway.
"No, I just had this odd sense of déjà vu," Jeremie explained. "Oh, well. It's probably nothing."
"Yeah, those types of things are just your brain firing randomly," Eric said. For an instant, a though crossed his mind unbidden—
Wheeler foam it was Wheeler foam
but dismissed it easily, catching up to the others. "Say, guys. Have you ever tried putting syrup in your milk?"
