Emily, Paula, Julianna, Laura, Rachel, and Kathleen attended the Academy of the Holy Names, A Nationally Recognized Blue Ribbon School of Excellence (Tradition of Excellence and Lack of Thesaurus With Which to Look Up Synonyms for Excellence Since 1885!), very unaffectionately known as Holy Hell.  Perhaps it was this very colloquial moniker that had opened up the time warp.  And I don't mean the jump to the left, step to the right kind of time warp, though that was indeed the preferred sort, and the one that they had been doing all the way down to the little pond that was randomly tucked near the nun's cemetery on the campus of their school.

If you ever care to visit this very important beginning of our story and try to get caught in a time warp of your own, you may have to keep your eyes peeled very carefully.  It's a well known fact that only half the prospective students considering attending Holy Hell actually get there, the other half having had mistaken it for a heap of shit.  If you get so far as the parking lot: congratulations, but the hardest part of the voyage has not yet ended.  You must leave your car running, because if you park, you will invoke the wrath of numerous teachers/seniors who are über-protective of their parking spaces, and they will eat you.  It is a gruesome way to die.  Once you brave the dangers of a parking lot filled with erratic drivers and no real traffic pattern, it is okay to assume that you are safe if you are not spotted.  Run straight past the school and parked cars, and down the little gravel road through the woods.  Clear away all the beer cans from the parties that the public high school kids get kicks out of having on a Catholic campus, and you just might see the pond.

Of course, our six sophomores were not cutting class to go down to Fossiliferous Nuns-on-the-Pond Cemetery to have a beer party.  They were time warping their way to a crummy old pond during World Literature II class so they could play hide-and-seek behind the gravestones.

The game never got very far.

(Another Disclaimer: Alright stupidheads, in case you didn't get the picture at the start of the last chapter, contrary to popular belief, I don't own the Time Warp, which belongs to whatever lucky folk have the rights to The Rocky Horror Picture Show.  So you can't sue me, because I never claimed to own it, but damn I wish I did!)