Time for a plan...

No one ever accused you of being prone to panic, but they might if they saw you now. Still, you need a plan… You seem to be alone and don’t notice anyone around, and so try to calm down and figure this out:

Liz’s house is slightly closer at this point, still, might be best to go back home: more familiar territory and there’s no telling what will happen if you show up to the sleepover.

As for a ride, you don’t have your phone and you have no money, so there’s no calling a taxi. You could ask to use the phone in the station or perhaps borrow someone’s cell to call your friend Max. You don’t think he’s out anywhere tonight… but the thought of him finding out the girl he’s picking up is his best friend on X-Change makes you want to die inside. Could you trust him to keep it quiet? The slightest rumor could set off a wildfire and if Steve, of all people, found out… you could kiss scoring with any girl you know “Good-bye”.

Alicia’s suggestion, despite everything, is starting to sound more appealing: get a ride from a stranger, someone who you don’t know, and keep this as contained as possible. As for who and how to convince them to drive you across the county…

Your eyes wander over to the purse for a second, the faintest murmurs welling up from within you like before, but you whip your head away as you try and think of how you could possibly spend the weekend at your house like this: Would your parents believe you? Could you sneak in? Is there somewhere you could lay low until the pill wears off? So many questions…

You take a deep breath and slump forward, arms on your knees and face toward the ground as a long sigh escapes your lips.

This is gonna be a long night…