The woman seemed to be a pretty deep sleeper, as the teddy bears constant wriggling didn't do too much to actually disturb her. If anything, it just had her shift about, at times easing her grip, and tightening back up again. Soon enough, the teddy bear was free from her grasp. As the soft fur poked the sleeping face of the young woman, her nose instinctively scrunched up as some of the fur tickled at her nose. Sara still had not registered that the bear she had been holding so closely was now gone. 

Quite some time had passed between her falling asleep, and the bear's slow movements to get the chair towards the door to escape. The carpet was working to an advantage, to some fault. While it made its escape quieter, the chair would indeed get caught in bits of the carpet, slowing the escape. Their patience would be rewarded, as the young woman didn't wake up from her slumber, but seemed to realize subconsciously that she no longer was holding the bear, a quiet whimper escaping her throat as her hands began feeling about the bed for the familiar fur she was used to holding. Her search didn't keep for too long, her hands eventually stilling as she slipped back into a deep sleep. 

It seemed that the darkness of the room from the bear's height had deceived them, for the door was wide open. The effort they had put into dragging the chair seemed to be for nothing. The door to get out would be a different story, however. As they made their way through the dorm, the way lit by more small night-lights in outlets around the dorm. Clearly, Sara wasn't fond of the dark, which is why she left her door open, even though she had sufficient light in her room to fall asleep. Loud voices suddenly pierced through the door. College students. They didn't know much rhyme or reason about when you should be considerate of others sleep schedules. The group passed through, the quiet soon returning. So quiet, the air became slightly heavy.

[b]"Isn't this the place?"[/b]

Some rustling. Paper, perhaps? [b]"Yeah, Dorm 55. That weird chick lives here. The one that talks to that bear she's got all the time."[/b] 

The handle turned rougly a few times, voices outside muttering curse words that it was locked. [b]"Give me that screwdriver I'll just pry the damn thing open." [/b]