Multiverse, Starting by Creating Delta of Fate, the Group Chat Goes Wild

"If anything comes up, I'll call you." "Mm." Archer, in spirit form, watched over him like an old mother for a while before turning and leaving. According to the script he knew, nothing should happen at school today. He might as well scout elsewhere. Huh, what was going on? Why were his feet moving uncontrollably toward the bridge? Strange, why was his hand using suggestion magecraft on its own to clear the office workers out of the building?