The Dean was waiting for me in his office and Ethan stayed outside while I went in. As soon as I sat down I handed the flier to him.
“I don’t understand.” He said, looking at it.
“I don’t think you’re meant to. Someone is playing a stupid prank on me. Apparently there are fliers like this around town. I don’t know if there’s any around campus. But someone is playing a sick joke saying that I’m a missing person. I’m obviously not a missing person. I’m sitting right here, going to class, living my life with my own free will.” I said.
“Yeah. I can see that. This is definitely a sick joke. I don’t know how we are going to find out who is doing it.” He said.
“I know. I don’t expect you to. But I wanted you to be aware of it. You might start getting phone calls if people see me hanging a
