"Disturbed? Hardly." Well, not particularly, anyway, or at least ...
David blinked again, pushed away from the desk. His tea was still sitting on a table by the more comfortable of his chairs, and proved to be still warm when he'd crossed over and sat down again. If symbols meant anything, now was not the time for him to be at the desk.
Personal issues aside - there really should be some sort of ruling about what sort of person was allowed to become a guidance counselor - there was one point of interest. "And you want me to stop because you might believe me?" David asked over the rim of his cup.