"Yeah...well, maybe we should go look for a teacher. I haven't seen a single one this whole time. Come on, Tam." The pair went off in search of some staff, leaving footprints in the dust. Before long, they discovered a large library, like the kind you see in movies, with books stacked high, and wheeled ladders. In the corner of the library was a desk, and sitting at the desk was a tortoise. He was wrinkly, and his skin hang off his protruding bones loosely, making his old age clear. As they stepped closer they noticed his stubby little hand furiously scribbling away in a book - well, as furiously as a tortoise can scribble.
"Uh, hello, sir, are you a teacher here?" No response.
"Hello?" Louder this time, but still with no reaction.
"Mr. Tortoise!" Tammy intercepted before Blue could speak again, "Are you one of our teachers? We're the first Starlas in 150 years!"
The old creature slowly raised his head and his beady eyes began to shine,
"Oh! It's you! Morgan and Tammy! Where's the rest of your class, hm? We need to get on with lessons!" He slowly stood up from his chair and hobbled over to a bookshelf, going through books until he found some he liked. "Go on then. What are you waiting for? Gather your friends, class is in session!"
The two stood there for a second or two, bewildered at his sudden speed and his knowledge of their names. Soon, though, they found their way back to the dormitory, before waking up Sean and explaining to the others what they had found.