It began on a rainy Thursday morning when she scurried into the entrance with her plaid umbrella. She rushed to close the wet, dripping thing, knowing she was late. The students in the lobby, disrupted from their work looked up at the soaking girl and just stared. They stared engrossed, as if an alien or monster from another world had decided to stop by for a visit; she tripped on her untied boots as she sprinted up the stairs. Everyone continued to stare at this girl. Thirty seconds later everyone moved on with their work and acted as though she never stepped foot in the building, though there was a trail of water leading towards the stairs