Mr. Weatherby!

"Well, would you look at that." His flashlight pops up, blaring into her panicked eyes, the beam scanning down her naked body.

"Uh..." Bree had no idea what to do. The window was supposed to be her escape, not this...

"Normally I'd be a little suspicious of trespassers, but I can't imagine you're going to run away like that." He said calmly, coolly. He was obviously not panicked. Bree shivered, burning in the warm night air, but he calmly clicked his tongue, then swung the flashlight to the left. "The door over there into the security hall here is unlocked. Come on in and we'll take care of this."

Her heart sank. He had her. She couldn't run. She wasn't going to be okay. She was caught, and she was being taken in.

The flashlight swung again. "Move along, little girl."

She took a slow, plodding step through the rough mulch, eyes wide, mind racing. Her parents would find out. Her friends would find out. Would he tell them she was... naked... Oh god, this had all turned out so horrible.

The door was unlocked, just like he'd said. She turned the corner, heading to the four-way junction by his office. She stepped around the corner and there he stood, waiting.