Who: Avery Six
When: Monday evening
Where: Hospital. His ward.
What: Mr Six wakes up.




Avery Six had become an oddity about the hospital. What with him still being in a coma while his vital signs were all normal. There was talk about moving him to New York where some specilist could see him. None of the doctors wanted Six to die on their watch but none of them wanted to talk to the School about the move either.

And so things were left hanging and a very bored middle aged nurse was assigned to keep watch on him. She was of the opinion that he looked very peaceful, lying there like that. But of course, this nurse was no Dreamwalker. And speaking of Dreamwalkers, that student's visit had done something to Six's head. He had never tried to actually fight those ghostly hands holding him back before. But he tried now and he tried very hard.

It was epic. But it was a pity that no one was around to witness this. His coming awake was almost like an anti climax. Almost. The first words to the startled old nurse were, "Call the school." But it was said in Sumerian.

"Call the school please." Argonese.

"Oh shit..." Latin.

And it carried on like that. Everything but English.