In the classroom the lecturer is wrapping up the last part of the lesson. Most of the students are already gathering their belongings, the sound of zippers and scraping chairs filling the air as everyone prepares to leave.

In the commotion of students making their way to the door you grab your bag from the hanger and follow out the room with the rest of them, the hallway immediately hitting you with a wave of warm air mixed with the scent of perfume and fresh coffee from nearby vending machines.

The babble of the students echoes off the linoleum floors as they get on about their day. You walk through the halls getting ready to purchase a drink from the vending machine, reaching to the side pocket of the bag to get some change. But as your fingers brush against the unfamiliar material, you notice the pocket is empty and the bag feels surprisingly light.

Slightly confused you take the bag from your shoulder and open the main compartment. Looking inside you quickly come to realise you have picked up the wrong bag - textbooks with unfamiliar names, a water bottle with a skull design you've never seen, and a distinctively styled wallet that definitely isn't yours.

Searching in the backpack for a clue as to who the owner is turns fruitless until you notice a small carrier bag inside. As you lift it out to check for identification, you hear the sudden hush fall over the hallway and a sharp, unmistakable voice cutting through the silence, clearly directed at you.

"OI!! DICKHEAD!"

The hall becomes a little bit quieter as students turn to watch the drama unfolding. You look up to see Blair marching directly toward you, her signature leather jacket glinting under the fluorescent lights and her expression twisted into a scowl that could curdle milk.