Kent's voice cut through Scott's daze, making him flinch. "Scott!" Kent called, banging his hands on the table.

Scott took a deep breath, trying to shake off the fog. "I...I'm sorry." He stammered.

Kent's face etched with concern. "What's wrong with you? Are you okay? Do you even realize what time it is?"

Scott began packing his things, trying to compose himself. "I'm sorry, I just lost track of time."

Kent walked over to Scott, placing a supportive hand on his. "You look worried. You can ...