It's my understandin' that it's sent everyone who's been in so far to a different place. I wound up in Merry Olde England, far's I can tell. They were still speakin' Middle English. Firs' they thought I was French, then they thought I was crazy--an' a prostitute--an' finally they decided I was a witch.

An' may I say, the Locker has squallin' excellent timin' when it comes to extractions. I was about a minute from bein' a crispy Zero.

As far as the transit goes, I didn' really notice anythin'. One moment I was here, the next I was there. Others may've had different experiences. Since so many students seem to have been traumatised, I haven' done interviews.