She watched the teacher move away, resuming her lecture, and tried hard to listen as she slumped backwards again. But it was difficult. She soon began to twitch in her seat again and shift her weight. Something was poking her in the ribs. Sliding her hand down into her skirt's pocket, Cosette pulled out the small pink communicator bequeathed to her by her guardian cat, Eclipsa, and placed it on her desk. There, that was better... her eyes slipped closed and her head tilted downwards as she dozed off.