Helen had thrown the card the strange Indian man had given her immediately upon getting to school and now she couldn't remember his name. It didn't matter, really, because she wasn't planning on calling him or anything, but things like this tended to drive her up the wall. And so now, she sat on her bed, unable to concentrate on her math homework and wondering what his name had been. Something like Rarish or Sharich.
"Through the Looking Glass"