"That's because he's not here," he growls looking at the pile of clothes where Callum was mere seconds ago.
"How do you know?" Asks Luke, "He could've shrunk and currently trapped under the pile of clothes."
Brayden ponders this for a few seconds before going down onto the floor and sorting through Callum's clothes. Hoodie, shirt, underwear, shorts, socks and shoes. He sighs, "He's not here. That fucking light vapourised him!"
"Maybe not," says Mr Jackson, "There's no recorded history of the light vapourising someone."
"Then where do you think he is?" Asks Brayden fighting his true emotions.
"No idea. Could be on the other side of the planet, or simply in another classroom."
"Naked!" Laughs Abbey, "He'll never live that down."
"Who knows," Mr Jackson continues, "But let's just clear these clothes and prepare them for when Callum does return.
"If he does," Brayden says under his breath.