There's a man and a woman still fighting on the left, and as light bursts from their wands, their features are illuminated and it's clear who they are: Ms. Altizer and Mr. Berzelius, fighting off awful flying things back to back, both grinning wildly, the best date night they've had in years.
On the left, Ms. Treetops tosses a silver white light from the end of her wand: a cactus cat gallops up into the air, catching a blast of purple energy and shielding students from the blow. Dr. Ranui tosses something from his pocket that explodes like fireworks in the sky, shattering the mask of the Cultist floating overhead.
And then, Mr. Purcell, sprints toward the group, effortlessly exploding every vine that tries to grab him. When he grins his grim smile, it's right at the gathered students. He is not part of the memory. None of them are. They are all here, as you are, to see Caleb Qualls to the end of this awful dream. "I don't know how you kids got here, but we need your help." He turns his attention to the frozen Mr. Qualls, "Don't worry, Caleb. We'll cut you a path. C'mon!"
MEMORY: They've Got Him, Mr. Qualls
On the left, Ms. Treetops tosses a silver white light from the end of her wand: a cactus cat gallops up into the air, catching a blast of purple energy and shielding students from the blow. Dr. Ranui tosses something from his pocket that explodes like fireworks in the sky, shattering the mask of the Cultist floating overhead.
And then, Mr. Purcell, sprints toward the group, effortlessly exploding every vine that tries to grab him. When he grins his grim smile, it's right at the gathered students. He is not part of the memory. None of them are. They are all here, as you are, to see Caleb Qualls to the end of this awful dream. "I don't know how you kids got here, but we need your help." He turns his attention to the frozen Mr. Qualls, "Don't worry, Caleb. We'll cut you a path. C'mon!"