Trixie stooped down and picked up the piece of paper that had been shoved under her door in her college dorm. She opened it and found an invitation to a birthday party for identical twins, Didi and Debbie, who lived down the hall from her. Trixie had a suspicion that the celebration recognizing the twin’s 21st birthday might be a bit wild, but since the term was nearly over, she decided to go and make a night of it.

On the appointed evening, Trixie arrived at the party where she found the music blaring and the wine flowing. As soon as she entered the girls’ dorm room, somebody thrust a wine cooler into her hand. While Trixie sipped it, friendly hands pulled her into a group dance. At some point, Trixie realized that they should try to be a bit more quiet and keep the alcohol use down in case the Campus Police showed up, but she was never able to break into the celebrating long enough to make the suggestion. Trixie was standing by the bathroom when Didi staggered over to Trixie and draped herself across Trixie’s shoulders.

“I’m so glad you came to our party. I knew you would have a blast,” she slurred into Trixie’s ear.

“This is a pretty cool get-together,” Trixie agreed. “But shouldn’t we be more careful with the alcohol? What if the Campus Police show up?”

“Nah. Who’s gonna tell ‘em we’re having a party?” Didi giggled. “Besides, if they do show up, we’ll just offer them a drink.” Didi moved across the room to another group of girls who were trying to do a line dance.

“Hey, Trixie,” yelled Debbie, “can you go into my closet and grab the stack of CD’s that are in a box in the corner?”

“Sure,” replied Trixie as she made her way to the closet. Trixie opened the door, turned on the light, and looked for a stack of CD’s. Spying them in the corner, Trixie stepped over several pairs of shoes and leaned down to gather them up. Just as she was about to turn around, somebody fell against the closet door and it slammed shut, trapping her inside. "Hey!” yelled Trixie. Before she could get out of the closet, she heard a commotion outside of it that made her freeze.

“Campus Police,” she heard a male voice call out. “Party’s over!”

“Oh, gleeps!” Trixie crouched inside the closet while listening to the sounds of the Campus Police rounding up the group of partiers. Her stomach unclenched when she heard the last of the girls leave the room. Trixie stepped forward, but tripped on a pair of shoes, scattering the CD’s around the closet and creating a clattering racket. She watched in horror as the closet door slowly opened and she found herself staring into the dark eyes of Campus Police Officer Dan Mangan.