The neighbour has a spare key!

Isabel blushed lightly as she suddenly woke up a bit more from her airheaded state. Locked outside, forgetting to bring a key with her, she immediately started to regret her decision. And with ONLY a pair of crocs and a white t-shirt on...her hands held her t-shirt securely down over her thighs.

"Ok Isabel, think think think... I could attempt to climb into the window in the second floor. It's slightly open. But...that way I'd have to go up that tree. That should be the last ditch effort."

Isabel tried to think herself to the best strategy. Being bottomless outside covered in just a t-shirt wasn't something she was interested in being at all, so she had to think fast.

"Jenny! She has it! She has a spare key!"

Jenny lived across the street and two houses to the left from Isabel's house. She was a...friend, not a close friend, but sort of a friend. In emergency cases, such as this one, Isabel always kept a spare key at Jenny's house.

Deciding to go with this solution, Isabel started walking as fast as she could while keeping both hands securely on her t-shirt. After a walk that felt like an eternity, she rang the doorbell. And waited.

And waited...

...and waited.

No one answered. Jenny wasn't home.

"Shit!" Isabel muttered to herself, as she was standing on the front porch of Jenny's house in broad daylight, now without any kind of key to her own house.

"Now what!?"