Chapter 3

“Good,‘cause we’re really gonna be late if we keep on stopping.”

Late for what?Dennis wondered,but didn’t ask.

They entered a large building,went up a flight of stairs,walked along hallways—some lit,others not.They turned corners,then more corners.

“Here we are,home sweet home,”Brett said,stopping at a door and opening it.It hadn’t been locked.

Dennis entered.It was a typical dorm room,not too dissimilar from the one he’d had in college.He noticed the closets on one wall.“Yours is the far one.”Brett told him.

“But I didn’t bring any luggage or anything.”

Brett gave him that look again.Dennis realized he’d made another stupid comment.“Take a look inside.”

Dennis strolled over to the white-painted door and pulled it open.It squeaked,just like the one in his old dorm room had.Inside,the racks and shelves were full of new clothes.Everything looked new,stylish…expensive.