Run home

Mark peeked around, looking for any potential late dwellers. Nope, dead as can be. Stealthily hiding himself behind machines, just in case someone showed up, Mark made his way to the door, his hands cupped around his junk. Making his way outside, he ducked into a bush, avoiding the exposure of street lights.

"Shit, okay Mark, think. It's only about a five minute walk to the dorm... which I need to get in without a key. Shit. Maybe Matt will be home."

Ducking around, from Mark's perspective, his excursion here was very stealthy and discreet. Had anyone else been there, they would've assumed he was insane. Finally he made his way to the dorm building, only to notice what he feared: people. The dorm halls were crowded, probably some party, he figured. Looking around for other options, he noticed the window to his room hanging open, just two floors above.

"I can climb that." he thought.