Wait till Morning

"I'll wait it out. Hopefully someone will come help in the morning."

Though Mark would've preferred to stay awake, and in the men's room, no less, he was simply too tired to last the night. He almost immediately passed out, on that same floor in the girl's locker room.

Suddenly, he was awoken by a shrill voice yelling at him. Groggily sitting up, he adjusted his eyes, only to see Tiffany looking down at him. Becoming aware of his current situation, Mark rushed to his feet, covering himself with his hands as he backed away. "Wait! Please let me explain!"

Tiffany calmed down a bit, but was still very confused. "Okay then, explain. How could you have possibly ended up like this?"