Parking lot.

You exit the room, closing the door behind you, before turning to face ahead of you in the hallway. Unable to shake the feeling that her hand was in your pocket, you reach your own hand into the same place. You confirm this feeling by removing an index card.

"I thought this might happen!" you think to yourself. "I get unlimited power anywhere, but also unlimited homework at school, and chores at home! Maybe I should've paid more attention watching that 'Spider-Man' movie!"

You are surprised, therefore, when you see the card is not an assignment... At least not for work to be done at home.

"At the end of class-time, it's ass-time," the card says simply.

This leads you to wonder if Miss Taylor is wanting you to return to see hers. You rethink it, considering she may want to see what she felt when she placed the card in your pocket. You briefly wonder how she would've known that before placing the card, until you realize it was probably much the same way her clothing quickly changed into what you chose for her before you entered the room.

You then think briefly about what you might want to change next at school. Quickly, however, you realize you have to be there at the end of the day for the tantalizing Miss Taylor, but can kill the time until then however you want.

Off to the parking lot, to choose your vehicle, and then where it will take you!