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From what I remembered, it was one of those “free for all” lessons where pupils leisurely caught up with their homework, etc., and I recalled feeling quite peculiar for most of that morning. The pinnacle of that strange feeling arrived during this lesson and I remember reporting it to the supervising teacher before nearly passing out. I cannot recall being taken down to the school medical room but I do remember being there with a number of teachers and the school nurse around me. As I lay there I remember hearing the occasional comment like “he has a temperature” and “‘it’s the first time this one’s been taken sick” and feeling relieved that they recognised it. A strange thing followed after I heard them say that I should “just get some rest” and decided to leave me to recover. I was simply too weak to protest and just lay there hearing the door close behind them. The deep sleep I plunged into was second to none but when I came round, things were not as Thad expected. My first thoughts were “why have they moved me? This wasn’t the room I was taken to, if fact I wasn’t even sure this was the school. Had I been taken to hospital? The room didn’t strike me as medical. It was more like a cave of some kind composed out of wax with a familiar light that came from nowhere. Even the bed that I laid on was different, like it was filled with gel that seemed to mould to my very shape. I had never felt so comfortable. It seemed I wasn’t alone, either. Someone was behind me doing something to my head. There was no reply. I noticed that the figure behind me was wearing a hood which I thought was strange. My instant reaction was that it was a doctor wearing a type of germ protection, something like a surgeon’s mask. Had my condition become so serious that I was having an operation? I noticed that the figure also had company that seemed to stand there and observe his movements like trainee doctors. I had the impression that these beings, however many there were, were evasive of being looked at. I asked another question. “Am I allowed to look at you?” There was a pause but this time the “doctor” of the group responded. “You’re allowed to, but you mustn’t get frightened any more.” His answer was surprising. I wasn’t frightened, more quizzical than anything. My impression of being moved to a special ward seemed to have made a lot of sense but I still couldn’t understand where those teachers went and who these people were if not teachers or doctors. 26 “How come we changed rooms?” I remember asking.