At a small pond, maybe a block or two from the school, sat Inez. She had made herself comfortable on a fallen log with a bottle of water and a slice of bread, tossing crumbs to the ducks gathered at her feet every so often. Although it wasn't necessarily like Inez to evade education, she felt as though there was something off about class lately; something that she couldn't quite put her finger on... something unthinkable. But, whatever that something was, the risk of indoctrination by it seemed much too high.