The warm sunlight poured into the Fox Counseling Room.

Outside the window stood another version of me.

He grabbed my arm and stirred inside my tattoo.

...

Huh?

Is that not someone else?

Then I must reject this. Did I break the rules? No. Yes, this situation is not right! Not right! Not right! Not right! I must follow the rules because I am the new teacher who must follow the rules—

“All done, Teacher.”

The hand that had been stirring within my tattoo withdrew.

Thunk.

An object fell out of that hand along with it.

From within the tattoo, …