Down New Orleans Square

The long stretch of road ahead of Sabrina seemed to grow adding to her torment. The once happy to be at Disneyland teenage senior, was now galavanting down Esplanade Road in New Orleans Square in her favorite pair of sneakers. And not much else.

The churro vendor's jaw dropped with the freshly grabbed churro as Sabrina sped past him trying to recall the map she once had on her now sweating body. People on both sides of the corridor making her way up a seemingly familiar walkway. Her audience could only gawk at the bared beauty making her way through the narrow path. On the right was Cafe Orleans, packed with people peering at Sabrina as they enjoyed their meals. Some lost their appetite for food. Others enjoying the sights Disneyland was now making prominent in this princess's plight.

Everything seemed to shrink in as Sabrina willed herself past the camcorders getting video of her that would surely be shown wherever that man's family had been from. "Wait till the boys in London get a load of this bird." Her escapades would be international.

She recognized the line as she crossed the bridge above the queue Pirates Of The Caribbean. Both sides were flodded with groups of tourists above and below the stone bridge. And all affixed on Sabrina who was ignoring the commentary as she fled **** to get to her bag, and not concerned about the security guards being aware of a streaker who seemingly slipped past a group of varying aged males. Or just wanted to see how this played out for the tortured teen. They had already seen the photos from Splash, but her now matching bottomless state was the sight they treasured most.

Ahead of her was the Tarzan tree House which was usually a dead attraction. She could try hiding out there for a bit, or continue on getting closer to her things, and therefore actual help.

Sabrina had to decide.