"Unless they knock you out and take you somewhere else." Or kill them. She wasn't going to say that, though. It was probably for the best if only she went down that line of thinking. The day had already taken a turn for the less than awesome, she didn't need to take it any further down that path.
She pulled her cellphone out and called the driver. She wanted to go home, smoke a joint, eat a lot of junk food, watch cartoons and forget that the building she lived in had a spooky room and creepy people. She'd push the conversation to the back of her mind and convince herself it was nothing but a bad dream. It was the only option that didn't make her want to freak out.
"He'll be here in about five minutes. We can decide where we want to eat once we get into the car." They could stop talking about this and talk about food. Food was a much safer conversation.