The Dean asks for your help

"Why? Why? Leave me alone!" the frantic girl shrieks as she stares at the gutted stuffed toy. "Why hurt Jo-Jo? Why?" You look from the 'gift' you left earlier to the girl and back again, an expression of puzzled concern on your face. A gaggle of students cluster in the doorway, looking at the panicked Chanel and chattering to each other in concern.

A tall willowy blonde pushes through the crowd at the door, glancing quickly around the room then focusing on Chanel.

"Chanel!" she says sharply. "Get hold of yourself! It's just some stupid prank!"

"They hurt Jo-Jo!" Chanel shrieks in fearful anger, her reddened face turning to glare tearfully at the newcomer.

"Here," the Dean says, prying Chanel loose from him and pushing her into your arms. She clings to you like a limpet, her arms locked around you as she sobs brokenly. "There's a nurse on the ground floor. Take her there. I'll deal with this."

You nod, walking the clinging girl through the mob of murmuring schoolgirls, stroking her back to comfort her, suppressing the smile of cruel triumph that wants to explode across your face. As you leave you hear the Dean addressing the blonde student as he shuts the door behind you.

"This clearly wasn't a nightmare Miss Newton. Let's hear your side of this."