Rebekah double-checks the time with her watch, then makes certain the door is locked securely. She pulls the privacy shades down over the windows and sighs to the floor, "Shame." Carrying the transposer to the far work table, she flicks on a bright light nearby. "I'll have to be more careful with this invention in the future." Cracking open the device's casing, she proceeds to tinker with some of the inner workings. Plugging wires in and out of the system, recording numbers on spare pads of paper, performing calculations, then repeating.
An hour or more passes since the start of her work, but Miss Montana wouldn't have noticed if not for the growing noise in the halls and the first morning bell. She hurries to finish her work before her class. As she touches a soldering iron to an inner coil, an arc of electricity sparks through the devices, and a flash of light blinds her momentarily. She straightens up and looks back over to the clock. "Time to go," she says and packs away her tools and inventions, locking them in a nearby cabinet. With the keys in her pocket, she leaves the room and walks down the quiet hall, wondering what that flash of light may have done.
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