I read online that if I had room 42, I had to shut up because everyone knew that room in every hotel.

I then found myself in high school, in a classroom that looked like a chemistry lab. The room was lit up by natural light, and the rotating parts of the whiteboard were shorter by half than what they normally are. The whiteboard was completely covered in marker ink, like some kind of worn-out absorbing paper for fountain pen users.

We were first going through some exercises in the textbook. I started to go through exercise 23 on page 69, which the teacher did not ask for. When the teacher checked the answers, I had to go to the whiteboard to write my answers to this exercise even though it was never asked for and the teacher did not check whether or not I had done it; they just asked me randomly.

One of the questions of that exercise involved representing the magnetic field created by some magnets placed above the chests of three young women as shown in a picture. I pick up a very large fountain pen whose ink reservoir was a glass yogurt container filled with blue ink and attached to the pen via a flexible black pipe. I draw some cells in my schema with “magnetized chromosomes” and the teacher praises me for that. At some point in the drawing the fountain pen just disappeared, but I was still able to draw without it.