He walked through the door, and oh, lookit! More dummies! Aha. At least he sort of remembered last lesson, but it was too long ago that he had problem remembering the specifics. Oh, well, common sense, then.

He took a dummy for himself, which was what Zookara intended, no?

Hmmm, why the scarf? "Excuse me, Mr. Dummy, you alright there?" he asked, as he poked the dummy. Sigh. As if the dummy was ever going to say a word! Well, let's pretend the 'real person' didn't say a word. What was for him to do next? Mmmhmmm, check for some pulse, right? And to see if he's breathing. Because his dummy was totally a 'He'.

If neither of those things worked out good -he wasn't trying them yet-, then there was always the chance of...CRP...what was it called? What was it called? OH! CPR! Right, because that was the class was about.