Aprika had ended up back at the school, there weren't very many people there and since there weren't, the girl decided to sit on a bench in the school's courtyard and think. She wasn't thinking about anything in particular. Aprika looked strange from a distance, her knees were drawn close to her chest and her heels clung to the seat of the bench, her chin rested on her knees as her arms wrapped around her legs. "Aprika..." She mumbled her own name and began to think of variations and rhymes to pass the time. "Paprika. Margarita. Costa Rica. Amnesia. Eureka..." Her own voice lulled herself into a small nap.