Winnie couldn't believe it was actually happening. After four years of a practically unheard of 'perfect record', she had finally managed to lock herself out of her office. It was a fairly common occurrence on a campus this size, she was sure, but she had never thought that she, Dr. Winona Diana Foster, would be one of the many. And since she had never considered the possibility of such a thing happening to her, she was completely unprepared for it.
What did one do under such circumstances? Was there a protocol for such things? A window, left purposefully unlocked perhaps? Ensuring that her coffee package was securely tucked away into her shoulder bag, Winnie circled the building, meticulously checking every window on the ground floor on the off chance that someone had left one open. She never considered how suspicious her behavior must have looked to an outsider. Of course campus security had been alerted. Had the situation been any different, she would have made the call herself.
Unfortunately, either all of her colleagues were more diligent than she had given them credit for, or luck was simply not on Winnie's side tonight. Fifteen minutes after she had begun her adventure around the building, she found herself exactly where she had been before, propped against the stone banister outside the entrance. She heard the unfamiliar voice just as she decided that calling for help was the only option.
"Oh! You have wonderful timing, officer Boehman." Winnie uncrossed her legs and stood up to face the man. "I'm a member of the faculty at the department of psychology, and I've somehow managed to lock myself out."