Run

You don’t wait for him to make a move, opting to snatch up the book and flee out of the library as fast as you can. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch the red headed librarian buttoning herself up, and the guy… he’s gaining on you. He wants you, or maybe he knows what’s in your backpack? Whatever the case, you don’t want to find out.

You think fast and decide against leading him back to your dorm. Instead, you run out of the building, past the parking lot nearby, and into a wooded area. You head straight for the trees, then zig zag around for a while as you sprint deeper into the thickly wooded area. All the while, you never let up to catch your breath.

Your legs and lungs give out after five minutes of the adrenaline fueled flight. You feel a deep side ache as you pant for air. It’s dark now, and you suspect you may have lost him, whoever he was. You pull the backpack off and lay it down next to you.

You think about the red head again — how fully committed she was to exposing herself and having public sex with that guy — and what power that guy must have had in order for them to do that without suffering any consequences.

The answers must lie within the book. But it’s dark now, and you’re too tired to read even if you could see. You really want to sleep on all of this and avoid bumping into that guy long enough to figure this out. You look down at your backpack. You could leave it here and come back to get it later — that might be the safest route, especially if the guy is looking for the book. Or you could save yourself a trip and just take the book back to your dorm room now… you probably lost him, anyway.

Right?