“I believe he is coming to now, Sir…”
“Quick, Emma, help me sit him down on the computer chair.”
As Aaron the Third continues to regain his consciousness while he is helped to his seat by both Sir Raymond and Miss Emma, the a certain cold breeze pass over the special room of the school. Unbeknownst to the two humans who are verily conscious as of now, the small winged creature perched on the window for some time already has finally decided to stretch its wings and, seemingly by a command which is not really of the magnetoreceptive kind, to fly away. Somewhere only the sparrow knows - and why.
“Oohhh, aahhh, my head, my arm… whe-where am I? Am I still inside the sound booth?”
The stern-faced school principal and the lady school teacher look at each with great concern.
“Miss Emma, it
