First off the bus were Jollimore and the driver, Jollimore standing at the entrance. The door open, the students dashed energetically outside into the parking lot, making many shoeprints in the sand, still gabbling away. “Kids, stay still,” ordered Jollimore, gently putting his open palms out to the students. “Move along, I’m coming off,” said Dartmouth apathetically, beginning to disembark the bus. However, the edge of his shoe got caught on the last step, and he tripped over, crashing face-down onto the sand. The students pointed and laughed out loud at Dartmouth while he picked himself back up, growling as he briskly shook all the sand off his suit and face. “Gah, we’ve barely just arrived and already I’m sanded…” he moaned to himself, dusting off the excess sand.