Frustrated, he leaned his weight against the door. Suddenly it swung in, and he fell after it.
"Hey, who's that?"
Rough hands pulled him to his feet.
"Ahh, it's Teacher's Pet Johnson. What are you doing here, stupid?"
Timmy panicked. "I saw what you were doing!" he piped. His voice was shrill with fear. "I'm going to—"
Something clicked.
"Yeah?" demanded Danny. "What are you going to do shrimp?"
"I...."
Timmy shook his head; his eyes took on a faraway expression.
"Hey, what's the matter with you, shrimp? Wake up."