Mason walked down the empty hallways of the school. His school life was suddenly recitated back into his head.
He looked through each of the classrooms, searching for the chemistry teacher this Donna James was being taught by. He was nearing the room when he saw the teacher he was looking for walk out of the classroom. "Excuse me, I don't suppose you got that note regarding Donna James, have you?"
"Yes, I got it. But I haven't seen her this morning, she's probably late... Your that detective they mentioned right?"
Mason nodded. "Do you know where she is now? Whats her next class?"
"She'd have Algebra right now... Head to Room B25, thats where she is being taught by Mrs. Jackson."
"Thanks..." he replied gruffly. He searched the school for the room he was allocated to look for. "B23... 24... Ah, here it is! B25.." he opened the door, and looked at the teacher. He walked towards her, and smiled apoligetically.
"Sorry to interupt, but I just need to inform you I'll need to speak with... er... <whats her name again?> Donna James after class."