[Ketlin B, Group B, Classroom 1-A, Second floor of Main Building]

Ketlin knew that he was having one terrible dream,

His eye narrowed in observation as he dropped the single pencil into the abyss in front of him. Ketlin watched the wooden stick fall into the nothingness the hole in the floor offered, and after a few moments of silence he stood proper. The robot shuddered at the emptiness the room portrayed; he never liked complete silence. His eerie loneliness brought his back to hug against a wall, and like a cautious snail he slid into a sitting position. The faint sound of crying off in the distance jumpstarted his slight fear, and as if in protection he began to hug his legs. Worst dream ever in his opinion. Ketlin with twitchy fingers began to tap on his curled limbs with the hopes of distraction. Dammit, he knew that tomorrow wouldn't be a good day! Whenever he had nightmares like these he was never alright the next day; he'd always be drowsy, or grumpy, or not lively to music! To MUSIC even. Whatever the case he needed to do something in order to brighten up his dream, or what he believed was his dream, 

like his music. 

And with that thought came the moderately loud jam that began to play out of Ketlin. It traveled outside of the closed room and echoed faintly around the second floor. The contrary tunes brought down his guard, he tensed up less and closed his eye. He just need to wait a while for the cheerful music to kick in; He'd be dreaming about baseball in [b]no[/b] time!