No clue. [Hermes says it casually, wandering to the teacher's desk and pulling the drawers open. Oooh, lesson plans. That could make it easier for him to catch up with all the history in between his time and this time.] It seems like everything is always set up like someone was just there. Like... a hot drink on someone's table and an open book on their couch.

Whatever is happening here, I think it might be playing with time. [Hermes flips the teacher's binder of lesson plans open, humming as his eyes flick across the pages.] Can you read Greek, boss?