Responding to Travis

My head began to spin. Why was I reliving the mast few minutes? I then remembered my coffee. I grabbed it, and looked at the girl who was enraged only moments ago. She was sitting quietly at her desk. What is happening? I looked at my camera and the picture of the butterfly. Was it the picture or the camera that made me go back in time? The "master" began to speak again; telling us directions that all ran into a huge mumble as I couldn't stop thinking about what had just happened to me. Was this all a dream? This is the first time this has ever happened to me. At least the girl wasn't mad at me anymore. The door to the classroom quickly opened as a tall man with a lengthy beard entered the room. The professor kept speaking and all the other students' attention was still on him. I was the only one to notice the mysterious character...