Krissy climbs out the window

Quickly considering her options, Krissy decided to go out and look for help. Dressed the way she was, she didn't like her odds outside all night. She might not be the brightest, but she knew what hypothermia was.

As she reached for the door handle, Krissy heard men quietly talking in the hallway. She couldn't quite make out what they were saying, but she heard their hushed tones and quiet laughter. Were they waiting for her in the hallway? Were they about to come in to the bathroom and take advantage of her? With a thought to what had happened to her already tonight, she no longer considered going back into the bar an option.

Instead, she moved to the wall with the single, high window. The bottom of the window was a foot taller than her, and it was small, but she thought she could squeeze through it, if she could reach it. In a moment of rare clarity she thought to grab a nearby trash can and turn it over, using it to step up high enough to reach the window easily.

Pulling her head through the window, Krissy saw nothing but night behind the bar, which was reassuring at this point. She began to pull herself through the window, until she tried to squeeze her chest through. Her large breasts were holding her back. Krissy pulled harder and more frantically, thinking of the men in the hallway that might come in at any moment until finally she heard something tear and she tumbled out the back of the window, falling into the dirt behind the bar.