Ginny held her breath momentarily before turning around to face her date. “Should I really be doing this?” The dubious thought crossed her mind once more; almost as if to give her one last opportunity to escape without damaging her morality.

Turning her head to the left, she denied the chance.

Instead of her date; her tall, dark and handsomely salt-and-peppered date, a woman her age stood before her.

“Ginny!” The fiery redhead greeted her with an excited gusto that was slightly less than genuine. “Ginny Levitt! What a surprise to see you here! What has it been? Five years, maybe?”

Ginny’s mind raced. The lanky redhead was oddly familiar…

It came to her after a moment of intense thought. Laura McIntyre from college. Perpetually perky, bouncy and obviously fake. Disappeared shortly after Junior year.

What was she doing, running around Washington D.C.?

Surprised, disappointed and ill-prepared to answer the onslaught of nosy interrogation, Ginny coldly responded.

“Oh, hi, Laura. What a surprise.”