Schiller looked somewhat helplessly at Selene, who was crouching atop a utility pole, and asked, "Why won't you come down? Am I that scary?"
Selene stared at the expression on his face as if to say, Don't you know?
Schiller could only tap the utility pole with his umbrella and say, "Even if you've never gone to school, you should know that climbing over the school walls is against the rules. What are you doing here?"
"I... I..." Selene stammered before saying, "I came here to find someone."
"Find someone? Who?... Oh, Bruce, right? Then why didn't you use the front gate?"
"The front gate?" Selene looked even more confused. "I'm allowed to use the front gate?"
Schiller sighed and looked up at her. "Of course you are. You're neither a gang member nor a fugitive. You're coming to school to see your boyfriend—who's going to stop you?"
Selene watched him warily. "You're not trying to trick me into coming down, are you?"
Schiller turned and walked away, saying as he went, "If you like staying up there, then stay. It'll be raining soon anyway."
Several minutes after Schiller left, Selene finally poked her head out and looked toward the school with lingering suspicion. She slowly slid down from the utility pole, unable to believe that this professor was actually so easygoing.
Selene thought it over and decided that she might have misunderstood Schiller.
Last time, Schiller had pulled them into a dream because he hadn't slept well. That was hardly his fault; those agents and that guy named Clark had simply been too loud.
Selene completely forgot how noisy she herself had been and pinned all the blame on the agents and Clark. Then she remembered that when Schiller had dragged her into the dream, he had even specifically