She crouched on the covered toilet, her hands pressed against the walls of the stall on either side of her. Her hot tears were starting to make a pool at her feet, and the dripping of the tears seemed to match the dripping of a faucet, hastily left on. She had been in the bathroom, fixing her hair and makeup when she heard a loud bang. She simply shrugged, until she hear it again and recognized it as a gunshot because of all the cop shows Lord Tubbington watched. What if the person with the gun comes in here? she thought. She could hear people in the halls screaming and running, and she quickly ran into one of the stalls. It had been about 10 minutes, and everything was quiet. Sam, where the hell are you? she frantically thought to herself. She sniffled and wiped her nose on her sleeve, but stopped dead when she heard the door open and cautious footsteps enter the bathroom. She held her breath and sobbed silently, knowing that her end was near. She slumped against the walls behind her and looked out the crack in the stall as well as she could. Again, everything was quiet. "Brittany?" She recognized the voice, it was Mister Schue! She jumped off the toilet and pushed the door open, running right into his open arms. "Shh, it's ok, I've got you now." She nodded. I hope Lord Tubbington is ok, she thought.