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to class.  Brett wore dark baggy jeans and a white hoodie.  She was dressed in jeans and an oversized pink top with a black belt.  She looked good.  She saw him and smiled.
    “Ready for class?” she asked
    “Guess so,” replied Brett.  “Should be fun, I hope.”
    “Definitely,” she replied.
    They walked into class and took their respective seats.  There was a murmur of anticipation flowing through the students as they anxiously waited for today’s class to begin.  Mr. Martin stood at the front of the class with his arms folded.  He was dressed in a black short sleeved golf shirt and dark gray pants.  He smiled briefly as he said, “Let’s begin.”
    The class hushed in silence. 
    “Mr. Logan, how was your weekend?”
    “Good sir,” Brett replied.
    “And you Miss Davidson?”
    “Great, Mr. Martin,” replied Ally.
    “And no changing of your mind?”
    They both shook their heads.
    “Good, good, then come with me,” he said, gesturing with his hand.
    Ally glanced at Brett, a look of surprise on her face.  Brett returned the look with a shrug.  They both gathered up their belongings and got up from their chairs. 
    “No, no, leave your stuff there,” Mr. Martin said.
    They followed Mr. Martin to the back of the class and stopped at the closet door. 
    “Be back in five, class.  Be good.”
    He pulled out his set of keys and opened the closet door, flipped on a light switch and gestured Brett and Ally to enter, which they cautiously did.  He closed the door behind them.  The walk-in closet was just big enough for the three of them.  On either side were shelves of school supplies, cartons of folders, old maps, and various books.  In the corner was a dustpan and broom which Mr. Martin moved to the side.  He bent down and pulled a lever on the floor to reveal a hatch-like entrance.
    Brett and Ally took a step back.
    Mr. Martin flipped open the two foot by three foot piece of floor that was on two hinges.  He got up and grabbed a flashlight from one of the shelves.  “Ready?” he asked Brett and Ally.
    They stared at him and then back at the floor.  “What’s down there?” Brett asked.
    “History,” replied the professor with a grin.  Neither of them moved and he shrugged his shoulders and said, “Suit yourself.”  He started to walk back to the corner when Ally spoke up, “Wait, we’re coming.”  She grabbed Brett’s hand and they walked to the corner.  Mr. Martin bent down and sat at the edge of the hole, his feet dangling over the edge.  He slowly lowered himself until his feet found the steps and he walked down.
    “Come on down, one at a time,” he called from below.
    Brett looked at Ally and said, “Want me to go first?”
    “No way, I’m going first,” she replied anxiously.  She followed Mr. Martin in the same fashion and walked down the dark steps, the only light coming from the flashlight below.
    Brett did the same.  The short trip down ended not in a cavernous tunnel, but in a small room. 
    Mr. Martin stood in the center of the room, flipped the flashlight off, and then clapped twice.  He laughed.  “The Clapper.  Maybe that should be the greatest invention in the twentieth century.”
    Brett looked around as the room was suddenly illuminated in an eerie blue color.  It looked like the light was coming through cracks in the bare white walls as it filtered around them.  On the other side of the room were two chairs that looked like new age dental chairs.  They were black and silver and reclined backward.
    “First, I need you both to change,” the teacher said, pointing behind him.  “You will find your clothes in the dressing room.  Brett, you are on the left.”
    The two students hesitantly walked into their respective rooms.  Brett closed the door behind him and saw his clothes on a hanger.  Not too bad, he thought.  They were very plain gray dress pants, a white t-shirt and a gray sport coat.  Odd , he thought.  He put the clothes on and