Hall of Infinite Doors by apotheosis R

"Yeah, it may be faster to call," you agree.

Sonya sighs and picks up her cell phone. She dials information and then the police. Meanwhile she directs on onto a freeway going north.

You look at the clock. You must have overslept. It's already past two. She stays on the phone with the local campus police for almost a half hour. All the while you're driving north. She doesn't sound excessively worried on the phone, though there is clearly tension in her voice.

As you talk, you get a better look at her. It looks like she dressed in a hurry. She has on a dark orange button up sweater with large boobs that were probably the result of a plastic surgeon (unlike Jenny's behind you). The sweater has a loose weave but not so loose that it is unseemly for a girl her age. Complimenting her sweater is a navy blue jean skirt that extends almost to the knee. Both her hair and makeup are immaculate. Her black hair is just beyond shoulder length and was done in waves--probably within a couple weeks. The expensive rings on her fingers indicate that, while she is not taken, she clearly is beyond your financial reach.

Finally she hangs up.

Jenny immediately speaks: "Where are we going?"

Sonya sighs. "Where is the one place you would go?"

"Home?" asks Jenny.

"Home," says Sonya, knowingly. "I hope you don't mind . . ."

"Anything," gushes Jenny. "I don't know what I'd do without sweet Anne."

"I guess I have my books," notes Ashley with professiorial detachment.