New York College, New York City, New York

New York College, New York City, New York

Heather looked round her office with a sigh, it was out of control, as was most of her life right now. She really didn't know how all the other dorm directors had managed to cope around this time of year. She thought that being an assistant dorm director during the school year was hard and time consuming, yet, she realized that she hadn't really seen anything until the period just before school started, and with her promotion. Dorm directors have it hard. It was even harder this year with everybody flocking to different dorms, not many people wanted much to do with 'death dorm' and so now she had to start letting people in who weren't even attending classes at NYC, and, that had caused a lot of trouble with the big guys. As she pointed it out, though, it was the only option.

She swivelled her chair around so that it was facing her computer, and logged on. There was still quite a bit of work left to do, and not so long to do it.

"Heather," came a loud, panicky voice, which made her jump. She turned around, it was Sarah.

"Yes?" asked Heather, a bit annoyed, it always took her a while to get into her wok, and now Sarah and interrupted her. When she turned to face Sarah though, she saw that she was looking upset, and frowned.

"It's Rachel," started Sarah.

"I thought she was in prison," frowned Heather. Rachel was supposed to be in the New York state prison for life.

"Well, she was, but that's the thing," said Sarah.

"Has she escaped?" asked Heather, fearful for her life, after all, Rachel had once tried to murder her.

"No," said Sarah. "She's dead, and we have to go to her funeral."