When Pritchard regained consciousness, he found himself in a Full-Body Bind. He could only move his eyes, bright green and flashing around the room as he frantically searched for a way out. There was no possible way for him to know where he was. An old classroom, perhaps? All he could see was vaults of a stone ceiling with wide, spidery rafters. Looking down, he could see his school uniform, still buttoned shabbily with a loose tie. For just a moment, a few watery seconds, he didn’t know what was going on. A few milliseconds of uncertainty. Not even a full inhalation of breath.