'Forger, ' called Coach Bobby. 'It 's your turn to clean up! '

'On it! ' Anya nodded distantly, and started to put away the sets of equipment from that day 's class as everyone else went to get changed, but given the mix of activities taken up by the students, she sorely misjudged the sheer volume and weight of it all. Everything was so heavy, and bulky, and the metal pole pieces nearly burned her hands with their numbing chill, and it was hard to keep everything in her grasp. It would have to take multiple trips for her to clear everything up.

Not to mention that she was so lost in her own head, in her thoughts about Damian, and her conversation with Becky, that she didn't notice the other pair of hands that had started to help her.

'Need a hand? '

'GAH! '

Everything in Anya 's arms clattered to the ground, momentarily bouncing off the lightly frosted field grass, before settling with a dull

thud.