While Angel was busy saving the city, her students were causing their own havoc. They were yelling, screaming, and giving their substitute a lot of trouble. But they soon quieted down when the substitute left and their teacher stepped into the room.
"Students, are you giving Miss. Webster trouble?"
"Of course not, Miss. Flynn."
After class, Angel stayed and wrote out a letter. A warning of what was coming. She sent it to the place she trained, hoping they'd receive it before any attack. And so, she sent it. And now she wished she had delivered it herself because it would get to its destination in time.
The next day, the children had left a mess. So once again she had to stay behind and clean up. But that was her job. So she knelt to the floor and began to clean up. Toys were scattered around the room. She let out a sigh after realizing it.
Her peace was broken as someone threw open the door and stepped inside. A thump was heard as someone fell to the ground. Angel quickly stood and a look of horror and despair came upon her face when she saw who it was.