stepped further into the room. The mess was a lot more than an overturned table. The room was for the music department. There were large lockers for instruments and uniforms, practice rooms with pianos and music stands, and an office for the teacher. One of the lockers was tipped over, however, and another had a dent. There was a ripped-up piano, more paper than he could possibly have imagined, and a mutilated base drum on the floor off towards the back.
âLooks like there was a fight.â JD was calmed at the lack of blood, but that might not necessarily mean anything good either.
âFight,â Orlando said with a nod. He was the next to step in, and he took a good look around the room.
âYou think it was between Alan and someone else?â
âWho else would it have been?â
JD smirked at him. âI donât know. You do have a reputation to uphold as the new bad boy in town.â
Orlando only rolled his eyes and stepped further towards the back. âThis didnât happen during school. Iâm pretty sure this was fairly recent, you know, within the past couple of hours at most. People would be talking about it otherwise.â
âI was kidding anyway.â
âI know that. I think thereâs someone else here though.â
âYou got super hearing now, too?â JD quipped and stepped towards Orlando carefully. He didnât want to rustle through the papers too much for fear of slipping, making a lot of noise, or leaving a clue for the police. Heâd watched enough CSI to make him paranoid that theyâd get caught by the soil residue left from their shoes, or something as equally obscure.
âNo, Iâm actually not human,â Orlando said. He rolled his eyes. âWhen your house is as quiet as mine, you learn to pick up on the slightest of sounds. You know, pins dropping, breathing, footsteps. It helps me make sure my secret hobbies stay secret.â
âDo I want to know?â Cadence asked, now finally entering the room as well.
âHa. Now shut up. Iâm serious here.â
All three of them were quiet, each barely even breathing, as they all tried to listen for whatever sound he had heard.
âOrlando, buddy, I think youâre hearing things,â JD whispered.
âMaybe if you shut up,â Orlando said and walked through the room, stopping every few feet to extend his ear out to listen better. He stopped between the tipped-over locker and the broken one with the dent. There was one large instrument locker still intact, and he pressed his ear against the door. He made a gesture for everyone to not make any more sound, and once more the air in the room became still. Then he opened the locker. With a sweeping gesture, he motioned for them to take a peek inside.
What they saw was Alan, who stared at the three of them with wide, glossed over eyes. âCarrot,â he muttered to himself.
âWhat about carrots?â Cadence asked. She leaned into the locker to give him her hand. He didnât answer. âCome on, Alan, letâs go home.â
âCarrot,â was his reply. Every action he made was only done because of her leading. Outside of his lack of mental presence, the rest of him appeared to be unharmed. His clothes were slightly disheveled, but he didnât have a cut or a bruise on him from what they could see.
JD put an arm around him and walked with him through the hallway. Alan leaned onto him for support, walking stiffly, as though his knees and limbs were incapable of bending.
âDo you think if we walk him out, everyone will be able to see him? I mean, heâs usually invisible to everyone but us, but that might just be his power thingy,â JD said.
âWe should assume so. Good thing we parked close, huh? But what are we going to do with him?â Cadence said.
Orlando raised an eyebrow. âI might have an idea. JD, how do you feel about staying over tonight?â
JD frowned.
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