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"That's some consolation, I guess," Sky grumbled. "But what if it doesn't go away? Are we just going to float around looking like spotlights forever?" As he spoke, he was floating back toward the dorms. I hate this place, I hate this place, I HATE THIS PLACE. He was trying hard not to panic, but, well, for him, when one has suddenly gone from a human being to the "stop" part of a stoplight, it was hard to keep one's cool.