That she was completely lost, without any material possessions, naked and afraid. Covering herself up, she stumbled out of the alley onto the street, looking around and seeing that she streaked to an unfamiliar part of town, and didn't see the community center anywhere.
Using one hand to cover her crotch, Caroline ran down the street flagging cars down with the other. Eventually she got someone to pull over for her.
"Hey, aren't you that streaker?" asked the driver to Caroline's chagrin.
"Yes, yes I am," she blushed, "can I use your phone?"
It was only after she got the phone that Caroline realized that, having always used her own phone, she didn't remember her friend's number by heart.
Caroline's running had created enough of a gap between her and her friend that her friend could no longer see her. Concerned for her friend's safety and running straight past the alley where she had pleasured herself, she ended up in a police station and reported Caroline missing, giving a description (which was hardly a task given Caroline's infamy with the police department).
