It's not over...

All fades to black.

Nothing but silence.
But then...

The soothing music resumes.
The Faux Genius blinks awake, suddenly finding herself back in the common room. Back in time.
The perverted women are back to roaming aimlessly around the room. Seems she got another chance.
Either that, or I simply won't let her torment end just yet.

Either way, the common room is before her once again. The piano player in one corner, the locker in the other. At the center a pingpong table rests, a few newspapers spread across its surface.