Kijani rinsed her mouth out at the bathroom sink, trying to get rid of the sour flavor of her breakfast's repeat appearance. She felt empty and hollow, and it had nothing to do with her suddenly vacant stomach. Ben was dead and it was her fault. Everything that had happened that night, it was all her fault. 

What could she do now?

As if it was coming from a tunnel, she heard the announcement that the lockdown was over. The sound of bulletproof doors and thick glass sliding back into hiding echoed around the building, and she could hear the distant chattering of relieved students. Kijani wiped her sweaty forehead and face with some paper towels, and then headed for the door. She swung it open, and nearly ran into Connor.

"..." She met his eyes for a brief, panicked second, and then she lowered her head and started to move past him. "I have to lie down." 

Her plans had changed. She had to pack.