Sarah sighed as she casually made her way back to her dorm room.  She had two papers due this week, and she wanted to get started immediately.  On top of that, there was a test coming up next Friday, so she needed to study.  Everyone always called her a bookworm for how much she focused on her schoolwork, but she didn't mind much; even [i]she[/i] admitted that she was a bookworm, and she found nothing wrong with that.  So what if her idea of fun was curling up under her blankets and reading her newest fantasy novel instead of going out and partying?  Fun was fun no matter what form it took.

Digging into her backpack as she finally reached her door, she pulled out a small key.  With a turn and a *click*, the lock was open, and Sarah stepped inside.  She used to have a roommate - Jessica - who had been all about the party life.  They'd gotten along... well enough, but Jess had eventually moved into another dorm with "a crowd more on her level".  Having a room all to herself, however, didn't bother the blonde one bit.  She'd had it all to herself for months, and she'd made it into her own private little book nook.

So when she stepped inside to find a very beautiful yet somewhat intimidating woman standing in the middle of her room with what looked like some kind of tear in the fabric of reality on her ceiling, her natural reaction was to scream.

"W-w-who are you?!" she stammered, still clearly terrified.  "How'd you get in my room?!"  She glanced up.  "...And what the heck happened to my ceiling?"