I have so much to tell you.
But where to start, how to explain? I don't know, I can't, I can't do anything, can't speak, can't move. How can I explain it all?
Mr Bowens face appears, he looks stern. I can see through his head, apart from his eyes: I can't see through them. His lips move.
"Anna Cody," the head speaks, as if they were both once more in the classroom. Oh how I miss those days, the stories, the smells, "Anna Cody, pay attention" I pay attention "describe in comprehensive detail what you have seen. Omit nothing."