Atticus woke with a start, jumping in place and rubbing his eyes with short, aggressive movements. He observed his surroundings with wide, bloodshot eyes. He appeared to be sitting on the steps of a spiral staircase. There was a cold draft coming from the top of the stairs and a pretty young woman in teacher's robes staring at him curiously.

He shook himself slightly and ran a had through his short hair.

"I'm sorry," he began. "Where am I?"