The buildings melted. For a moment which lasted long enough for her to think in full sentences, to notice, and feel, and comment internally, her perception was altered. Nothing stayed still. Nothing seemed solid. Sound disappeared. Despite being surrounded by the group, she was all on her own. Outside of her self, she knew they were talking, she may even have known what they were saying. But they were separate.
The others had gathered around her, making sure she was OK, showing concern, muttering about how out of order the tutor had been. No, she tried to reply, he was right. But they took little notice. They were too busy being angry about something that had nothing to do with them.
“You will fail! You will not succeed. You give up! You just give up!” he’d yelled.
The melting buildings had been terrifying and beautiful at once. But they were solid now and her friends guided her away. She’d have liked to look back to see if it happened again. She didn’t get the chance.
He died of a stroke two weeks later.