I'm not at a loss.

I don't immediately wake up when the hubbub begins since I had such a restless night of dreams.

A loud horn is immediately followed by a bell, followed by a steady pounding. When I open my eyes, the corridor is bustling with activity, confirming that I am not dreaming.

As I make my way to the stairs, Shawn rushes past me and commands me to stay inside. I feel a wave of worry, but as I glance out the front window and see what's happening, anger fully overpowers fear.

I go back to my bedroom, get dressed in a sweater and shorts, and tell Rachel...