Ms. Wood walks back to her office, collects her things and leaves for the day.
She walks out to her car, throws your backpack onto the passenger seat, then settles in. She carefully pulls the seatbelt so it doesn't cross over the pocket where you are standing, and clicks it in.
"We're going to my home, little one. Away from prying eyes."
Something about the look on her face troubles you for the first time ever, and you find yourself wondering if she truly has the best intentions in store for you.
On the way, she plays the radio, softly, and sings along to her favorite tunes. During one especially animated chorus, she swerves suddenly.
"Whoops!" she exclaims. I hope no one noticed that!
Moments later you hear the sound of a police siren.
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