<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Lasair Rowen</strong></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Lasair snapped out of her minor daze, once she realized someone was talking to her. She slowly rose up out her seat. “Do you think yourself man enough to try and take my car? DO YOU! Then brother you had better be very ready for me to fight back to stop you. I’m as desperate as you think you are right now. I have no issue about hitting you so help me…I’ll!  How dare you think I have to do anything, for anybody?” James stepped between her and the student. He saw how narrow Lasair’ eyes had gotten, and like Professor Borden, knew nothing good could come of it. “Now wait you two! Sit down, both of you!” James felt like a target between them; that either one of them might take a swing at him. But he had to defuse the situation quickly. </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">“Young man look around you, there are five students in this classroom and three teachers. A car will hold at max if desperate five people at best. So unless you were voted as the spokesman for all the students in here, to decide who stays and who goes. Might I suggest that you had better take a seat, over there with your girlfriend. As far as I know, their only requesting those that are in the effected areas of the rioting to leave the areas immediately for the designated shelters. Here we are not at present effected by the rioting.” </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">“Stop it James, I’ll speak for myself, thank you for opening my eyes. Professor Borden, please give these students my staff assigned suite here on campus. It’s large enough to take all five of them. it will be a little cramped but at least you will have a place to stay during all this. It’s the least I can do on such short notice. I’m sorry but I am not driving anyone to Mission Street. I will however be heading to my house.”</span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Not afraid or uncertain anymore woke up from her private hell. Now with the fire to fight back under her, she was heading out with her head clearer. She wasn’t sure what was going on in town and only knew, things were out of control by the reports. Each time she got a chance to hear what might be going on, just couldn’t wrap her head around what she heard to really believe it could be what was being said. Looking at the students made her realize she had to think about others and not just about herself right now.</span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"> Borden answered her, “I suppose during a state of emergency, the students already having your permission, to take your suite, is acceptable. I’ll keep an eye on them and them safe. It is quite a distance to get to Mission Street from here walking or driving. I should think many folks are heading to these shelters from the south and west sides of town where all this began.” </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Nodding her head to his wisdom, Lasair gave a half smile. “See, all is well and if you feel that staying here becomes hazardous, make your way to this address…” She walked to the science station and pulled a scratch pad and pen from it, ripping the large sheet from the book. Folding the paper in quarters wrote her address on all four and carefully tore the segments a part. She walked over to the young couple who demanded she take them to Mission Street and handed them one square. She then handed the remaining squares out to the other three, who all now had her private address and numbers. “Ok, my address, cell, and house phone are now in each of your hands. If you must evacuate the College, call or try to make it to me. Please get to Mission Street if all hell is at my front door, because that is where I’ll probably be trying to get to as well if the rioters make it to my residential area.” </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">She took a deep breath hoping these five students, who were understandably scared, would be calmer having her personal address and phone numbers. They also had a secured place to stay in on campus now. What else could they have done to help them feel any safer? She had to assume if forced to leave the campus, to get to her, they might show up in numbers at her house. “Ok, now let's get this straight, my house may be large but with me, Professor Kratz, Professor Borden, who’ll be with you I’m sure and the five of you; it will be pushing it to its limit. So if you must save others, it can only hold another five; after that its everyman for himself.” She eyes them making certain she did all she could to let them know they weren’t being abandoned.  She clutched her arms and tried to pretend this was not happening and take back some of her sanity. </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">There were other things she wanted to know, like what was going on in the other half of town and was she hearing the reports say what they have been. But their was one thing she questioned and that came from her own friend. Walking back to stand near James moved next to him as close as she could be. “I’m a little curious James. Instead of trying to tag along with me, as a married man, you should be climbing the walls to get back to your wife and child. Not asking to tough it out with me at my place.” She didn't look at him but stared out the window with him.</span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">“Ok James spill the beans…no time like now. Its not like we have anywhere to rush off too until this either clears up or we bust out of here.” She gestured toward the chaos outside the windows and folded her arms in front of her. “Why <span class="bbc_u">are</span> you staying at the Hotel Royal? Where are Heather and Emily?” Lasair questioned this, because James and Heather are dear friends of hers. Heather would usually call to tell her she was going out of town and to keep an eye on James for her. Always Emily who is 6, would insist on saying over the phone good bye to her God Mother the night before a trip. He looked to have turned a sickly shade of gray hearing the question. She watched him go blank searching for the right words to say to her; she assumed. </span>