"Moshimoshi? Darekaga, kono uchi watashi ni shite kudasai eru koto ga dekimasu ka?" The soft and slightly high pitched voice of the peculiar Japanese girl sounded from the wooden crate with such resonance upon what she believed to be the campus grounds of California U, but for all she knew, she might've still been at the airport in her homeland Osaka, or perhaps still in en-route to the college, though she didn't seem to hear any evidence of vehicular movement. Again she called out to no one in particular from beyond her temporary wooden prison, banging her tiny fists as hard as she could against the sides of the crate, hopefully to gain someone's attention. "Moshimoshi?! Watashi wa koko de no tachiōjō no yōda! Darekaga watashi ni seikō o dasu!!" Man...some plan this was of Yumiko's, for it seemed absolutely foolproof at the time she concocted this [i]easy[/i] scheme to travel hassle free to America, but the one thing she didn't calculate was.....how the fuck was she getting out of the crate? [i]Damn....[/i] A deep and bothersome sigh escaped her young, petite frame, as again she desperately rapped her knuckles hard against the wood of her box. [i]Maybe dad was right......I shoulda packed that crowbar.[/i] "Moshimoshi? Dare ka?! Tasukete!!"