Mim stared dully at the screen of her computer in her little rented room, sighing as she looked over her report. Fifteen words shot. Fifteen words short of a thousand.

"God-damn-it..." She grumbled, sighing and inwardly wishing that she'd never agreed to take the stupid genetics course. As interesting as it was, it was driving her insane. The constant lists of tables and patterns that didn't match up and possibilities. "...Screw this, I'll finish it in the morning." He muttered, closing her eyes and reaching forwards to turn off her monitor, furrowing her eyebrows as her fingers tingled, and she distinctly noticed the lack of monitor button. That was happening a lot lately.

She growled, leaning her head against the computer, desk, and suddenly she yelped as she felt her whole body just...fall.

She opened her eyes from her position, stuck under her chair and desk, and blinked. How the hell did I get like this?