Try to get to Rachel

Now's my chance, you say to yourself. Enough skulking in the shadows.

You reach for the office doorknob, not entirely sure what your next move is but feeling hopeful about at least getting your phone back from Rachel.

Before you can open the door, though, you feel a tug on your arm. Rebecca's holding you back, motioning you away from the door. You step with her further into the office with a raised eyebrow.

"What?" you whisper. "Let's get moving."

"You can't just walk in there," Rebecca whispers back. "They'll hear you. They'll see you." Is she actually concerned about me? you wonder. I guess I made the right call in giving her my gym clothes.

"Well, what do you propose?" you ask.

"Let me go first. I'll talk to Rachel, sort it all out. Maybe she even has some clothes I can borrow." That's not a bad idea, you think.

You and Rebecca walk back to the office door. Rebecca's about to go through. And then you see ... Rachel is finally starting to take her wet uniform off.