Neal couldn't have agreed more with Clarke. He never once dreamed that portals to a different world existed, let alone that one would transport him to this place. If he hadn't then he never would have met Mary, become a teacher, or even met Pansy. She had been the most unexpected, but greatest thing that came from this new world. He hoped that he'd at least get the chance to have some kind of life with her.
He glanced over at his student, and being ever observant noticed that she was no longer paying attention to the work at hand. Lighter brush strokes that veered away from the outline she had created on the canvas. Neal's brow furrowed a bit, not in disappointment but curiosity.
"Hey, Earth to Clarke," he said as he nudged her shoulder playfully. "What's on your mind now?" Because it was more than obvious that it wasn't painting.