Since as far as you know Freddy Krueger, Mike Meyers and Big Foot are after you, you decide the best place for you is the police station. Throwing one last look behind you, you finally see the shadowy figure that's been playing cat and mouse with you for the past hour. It's the guy from the club! The one you bumped into! And boy does he ever look mad to have his game cut short!

With a gasp, you dart up the steps and jerk open the doors.

Inside everything looks decidedly…normal. You take a step forward, you can hear the sound of people talking in the back ground. Type writers, far off doors opening and closing.

The air smells of coffee and copier ink. You walk over and sit on the bench by the door. You're not sure who to talk to, what department to go to or what.

You look up at the man behind the front counter, but he doesn't look at all helpful or sympathetic. Actually, you're beginning to wish you could just sit here awhile and calm down a bit.

Looking about, you pick up an out of date magazine and try to look like you're just waiting for someone. They probably wouldn't help you anyway you think. After all, what could you tell them? 'I bumped into some guy at a club and then he followed me?' Kind of spooky but not necessarily life threatening. They'd probably just think the guy was interested or something, plus they'd probably give you a breathalizer test.

You sink a bit lower in your seat and glance towards the door. Well, Freddy Meyers hadn't followed you, guess that's good.

You should leave, maybe you could ask the mean-looking clerk to call you a cab?

Glancing back at him, you sigh. Probably not.
 

Just as you're about to haul your cookies down the hall in search of some public phones an auburn hared woman with a kind face comes up next to you. She eyes your goth clothes somewhat speculatively and then smiles. "Can I help you?"

You can feel yourself blushing, not sure how to explain what happened. "Um, no, I-I was at this club," You begin, "The Raven?"

You notice the woman stiffens slightly and you feel the urge to explain yourself.

"I've never been there before, and I wasn't drinking, well, not a lot anyway." You insist, "But then this fight broke out and I left, but I think this guy followed me. And then I ran in here." You gush.

"Must have been scary." She nods, "Did you know him?"

"No, well, I saw him at the club tonight, I bumped into him." You tell her, noticing for the first time the smell of formaldehyde about her, like freshman biology class… "For a second I thought his eyes were yellow, but it was just the lights."

The woman's already wide eyes, widen even more. "Can I get you a cup of coffee?" She asks suddenly.

You find yourself nodding, glad that she wasn't calling the men in the white coats to take you away. Why had you told her about his eyes? 'The after effects of too much adrenaline' you think.

You let the nice lady lead you towards a room and wait for her when she says she's going for the coffee. You tell her how you take yours and she nods and smiles again.

You wait patiently for awhile, counting the cracks in the ceiling tile. But after about 15 minutes you begin to wonder if she's forgotten about you.
 

Just as your thinking about finding those phones, the lady comes back in with a blonde man trailing after her. You smile at them both, but get the impression that you not here just for coffee.  "Hello." You greet them uneasily. The woman smiles back, but the man just stares at you.