Nothing to it. A short rest, and you can be on your way in time.
A short rest, of course, in a world of giants.
The constant drumming of feet, the 'careful pacing' of the envigilators, the occasional dropped pencil; all combine to ensure that you get no rest at all, instead cowering in fear at the prospect of impending death. Still, under your desk you're safe.
A few minutes after everyone was seated, a man stopped by to inspect your desk, to see who exactly it was that was absent. You resisted the urge to shout up to him that you are in fact present, and instead boggled at the incredible size of his shoelaces. They're thicker than your arms!
In time (and with a lot more stomping), the room is cleared of all except you. That includes your bag! Some 'considerate' person must have removed it when they saw that it was the only on left, so now you're trapped in here, alone.
And in the dark.
You had thought this place scary before, but that was with lights. Now, you are in mortal fear. You can't hope to open the doors, and no one will enter the room until it is time to set up the next exam, sometime tomorrow.
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