The enormous shoe ceiling above you moves forward, temporarily removing the threat of crushing you. As Fulda's massive leg leaves you behind you try running after it, hoping that the giant woman is merely playing hardball. Unfortunately your feet have difficulty finding traction in the long carpet fibers below you, and you're easily left in the dust.
"Fulda wait, come back!" you plea, but if your cries are heard at all they fall on deaf ears. Amongst the cacophony of feet pounding for the exit your voice is easily lost, if it were audible to begin with. You look up where you had been sitting, sure that if your stuff is still there someone would figure something is wrong after an hour. Fulda must have thought of this though, and had walked off with your backpack and notebook.
It's still morning, and there will be another class here in fifteen minutes, just as full as the one you were in. Instead of taking the risk of being caught in the doorway when everyone barges in you head under your chair to wait for someone to sit nearby.
You don't have to wait long, since one of the early birds in this class likes sitting in the back too. As soon as you settle into your hiding place under the chair a pair of legs, guided by two positively enormous shoes, appear in front of you. From the shadows you have difficulty identifying what kind as they turn around, and the chair above you creaks from them sitting down. This could be a golden opportunity, you think, but is it worth taking?
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