Sorry for the delay in posting. There was really not much I could do but wait for the explosion to stop. When the noises stopped, I saw steam coming out from the bottom of the door. I knew what I had to do. I slowly turned the door knob and walked into the room...

The first thing I saw when I enterd, was my Indian advisor. Dead. His eyes were open and his heart was still beating. And he was smiling at the ceiling. There was nothing much I could do. So I covered him with a blanket. Strangely, he tried to struggle but I forced it on him. He was definitely not taking death too well. I scanned the VICINITY (I taking english courses la) for Jubs. Nothing. But I did see a small boy at a corner playing with art paste. Wanting to know more, I questioned him. All he said was: Big man went BOOM, Indian got hit with white missile. Missile sticky, good for art. Then he drew two two oranges and a cucumber in between.

Enlightening...