R. Now, class, Id like you to take out Gatsby and turn to chapter 3, the teacher said.

He pushed his too-large glasses back onto his nose and cleared his throat. I hope youve all done last nights reading. If not, please go out into the hall and finish the reading there. He looked pointedly at a blue-haired boy sprawled out in a corner of the room. Mark, I know for a fact that you didnt do the homework. Mark scowled, but grabbed his book and left the room nonetheless. The teacher nodded to himself for no apparent reason and then clapped his hands. Well then. Lets get on with the lesson. He strode to the blackboard and scrawled the words Jay Gatsby with red chalk. The words flickered and glowed before disappearing a few seconds later. Who can tell me something about Jay Gatsby? Hes rich, a bored-looking brunette said. And your chalk is malfunctioning. The teacher frowned at the chalk in his hand. He set it down and took a stick of blue chalk. What else? He dies at the end, a guy wearing a trenchcoat said. The redhead next to him hissed, No spoilers. The guy in a trenchcoat rolled his eyes, stood up, and turned to the teacher. I have reason to believe, Mr. Forrester, that you are in possession of contraband not authorized by the International Police. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a badge. What- the teacher sputtered. He was unable to finish his sentence, as two burly men in suits burst in at that moment and dragged him out of the classroom. Well, thats that, the guy in the trenchcoat said. You can end the simulation now. The whole room shivered and shook, until everything around him crumbled to nothing.