Something about the way Fred said it, or maybe it was the look in her eyes, but John decided to follow along. She seemed sure of something, and he wanted to know what. And it would distract him from the drugs he had hidden in his dorm.
"Just let me get my shoes." He turned back into the room, shut the door, and a few minutes later came back with sandals on.
"Where are we going?" He pushed his sleeves up his arms, then crossed arms over his torso defensive and protectively.