The more things change...
The Exiles all find themselves transported from the desert to... well, another part of the desert.
In the middle of this flat area, however, an area of tiled floor sits, with a chalkboard set up on one edge. And all the Exiles sit in old-style school desks, mostly a little too small for them, wedged in however much needed.
A balding man stands by the chalkboard, waiting patiently for everyone to settle in and pay him heed after the sudden change of surrounds.
"Welcome... or welcome back, as the case may be. Coffee? Muffins?"
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