Follow Stephanie's and Laura's experiences

After less than twenty minutes, Laura and Steph decide that the "hour or so" of which Jenny was talking can definitely be considered to be over. "Lesh glose the offish an' go home", the older secretary yawns. "Yesh, led ush tage shome drings at my houshe", Laura agrees rapidly. Dishevelled as they are, the drunken women stumble to the elevator and travel down to the basement. As they are carpooling on most working days, only Laura's yellow Volkswagen Beetle is waiting for them in the garage. Stephanie suddenly hesitates when her co-worker approaches the car. "He-hey, aren'd you way too shloshed to be drivin' rite now, girl?" she asks a little concerned. But Laura over-confidently repudiates her objection. "That'sh nonshense, shweedie", she slurs with a lopsided grin. "I'm the world'sh greadest drung driver, an' I'm nod even drung today, shus' a lil' bussed, ya know." Fumbling through her purse for the key, she eventually opens the car and gets into the driver's seat. Stephanie shrugs and follows suit. "Wash out!" Laura proudly commands, keen on demonstrating her driving skills. Ten seconds later, the dented car front of the beetle is touching the concrete wall of the garage. "Oopsh! Did I do shomefing frong?" the young accountant wonders aloud. "Yesh, you god behind the wheel!" Stephanie giggles gleefully. "Come on, kiddo, lemme drife!" Reluctantly, Laura swaps places with her older friend and hands her the key. Stephanie restarts the car and reverses it out of its parking space, but as she does so, a loud cracking sound can be heard in the garage. "Hey! Wadda ya doin? Did ya hid shomefin, too?" Laura complains. "Bullshid, I hid nuffin at all!" Stephanie opens the driver's door and looks around, discovering a broken and deformed object on the floor. "I crushed shomefin unner the car", she tells Laura. "Waid a shegond ..." Both women exit the car again and bend over on unsteady legs, holding onto each other for support. "Oh no ... that'sh my remode condrol!" Laura finally realizes. "I mushd have drobbed it when I looged for my keysh. Waddaboud yoursh?" - "Mine?" Stephanie replies in bewilderment. "It'sh nod here, it'sh in my car!" - "So that meansh?" - "That meansh that we cannod oben the shudder door, ya fool!" Laura is obviously dumbfounded. "And whadda we goin' to do now?" - "That'sh a good queshion." Stephanie sighs and rubs her temple. "Let'sh go bag to the offish an' gonshider our opshions. I need anuffer dring firshd, girl." And that's what they do. They go back into the office, open the last two bottles of champagne and have another drink. And then another one. And another. Way before midnight, Stephanie is snoring on the couch in the corner behind Jenny's desk, and Laura is lying sprawled out on her back on the office floor. Her hair is partially covered with vomit, and Stephanie has peed herself. The killer hangover that is waiting for them in the morning will doubtlessly be aggravated by the sorry state of their clothes, their business papers and their office as a whole, but as for now, they are totally oblivious to their surroundings in their deep and drunken, merciful slumber.

REPORTS #8646A & #8647A: TWO INFECTED PERSONS SELF-DECONTAMINATED