Terry walked back to her desk and sat down, listening to Stacey's car start up and drive off.
Her mind was so full of questions it might as well have been blank.
She had a little itch on her left thigh and instinctively scratched it... with her raccoon paw. The feeling was foreign and she jerked her paw away, grimacing.
Suddenly completely weirded out by her appendage, Terry grabbed the piece of paper she had been writing the commands on and scribbled, "My left hand is back to normal." Not even looking at it, she felt the relief of her hand returning to the clawless, hairless, one she knew. As it finished, she even rubbed her hands together to get over the ick.
"Everything was so fun, a moment ago" (she thought to herself). "Time to go home."
Reaching down, she grabbed her bag with her keys and hefted it onto her shoulder. As she went to pick up the pen, she got an idea that sounded more relaxing than exhilarating...
Taking the paper and pen, Terry got up and closed up the building. She got into her car and put her keys in the ignition but didn't turn them on.
Stretching the paper over the dash, she started to think of what to write - and though maybe she should buckle in. Strapping in, she considered flying and stopping time and teleporting. No more traffic, no more deer to watch out for, no more bright headlights in her eyes. Terry decided to teleport. Going back to the paper, she wrote out, "My car and everything in it will instantly be in the college's A-block garage, in an orderly location not taken by any other vehicle or person, and anything else that is in the way will be orderly moved to the lawn beside the driveway."
Suddenly, lights turned on all around her! Terry gasped, surprised, and looked up from still being bent over the paper and saw the motion-sensor lights in the college's garage. No other lights were on, so that must mean there was nobody to see her magically appear. She was home, safe.
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Walking inside, Terry was very quiet closing the door behind her. As the lock clicked shut, she listened... but didn't hear her roommate stir. That mission accomplished, she carefully set her bag down on the floor next to her bed.
Down the hall and into her room, she closed the door most of the way and went over to the glowing blue fish tank. "Hello, Bubbles and Mrs. Goldy." A little shake would be all they needed tonight, and it is all they got.
Terry packed the paper and pen in her bag, stripped to underwear (not magically forced - this time), and rolled into the covers to deep a sleep.