After finishing up cleaning, Robyn retreated away from the crowd. She had felt a huge social pressure just standing there among other people, interacting with them, talking with them. Although she felt like she fit in here more than anywhere else in the world, she still didn't fit. Mopping was easy enough, and eventually the gym was cleared out, relatively cleaned. Roberta went on to do her business, and Robyn didn't want to bother her... So she slank away from the group. She didn't know if anyone noticed or not, but she made her way to what was to be her first day on the 'job'... As an art class instructor. It was empty, as Robyn had assumed, but it didn't bother her. She liked it this way. Here, she had art supplies of all kinds, lots of room, every possible instrument of art one could think of!

But when one has the power to create anything possible to her imagination, when one has the ability to literally conjure something out of nothing, the dream of every artist, then what else could one do?
She didn't realize it yet... So she started drawing with simple pencils on a plain paper. The door to the classroom was open. Anyone could enter. Robyn was sitting up front on the main desk.