The next day, Anne waited patiently for Logan to get back. Because she did, however, she was late for class, and was scolded by Cyclops.

Anne loved all her teachers, but out of all of them, she was most cautious of Cyclops. Sometimes he looked at her disapprovingly, or at least Anne imagined he did. She never quite knew what kind of expression he was making, mainly because he always wore glasses over his eyes. Anne, Cordelia and Phyllis each had ideas of what he hid under them. Phyllis guessed he had two different eye colors.

“I would rather have different colored eyes then red hair.” Anne said one evening when they were all sitting on Anne’s bed, talking.

“Maybe he wears goggles so he can see through things!” Cordelia said.

“Why would he need to see through things?” Phyllis asked.

“I don’t know.” she shrugged. “What do you think, Anne?”

Anne was in deep thought. “I think,” she said solemnly, “He shoots fire out of his eyes.”

“You have too big of an imagination, Anne!” Phyllis said.

“--And you have too small of one, Phyllis,” Anne teased. “This is a school for the gifted,” she pointed out.

“True,” said Cordelia thoughtfully.

“But, fire out of his eyes!” Phyllis exclaimed. Just then, there was a knock on their door. It was one of the older girls, Rouge.

“Bedtime,” she said, sticking her head in. Cordelia and Phyllis shuffled back to their rooms. Anne was lucky, for now she had her own room.

Before bed, Anne found Oruro, and asked her to send a letter to Gerty. She figured she would give it one more try before she took action.

On her way back to her room, she looked once again for Logan, who was still not back as of yet.