““Tybalt put a hand on my back, resting it in the space between my shoulder blades. "Are you all right?" "Not on this or any other planet." I straightened, up looking around. We were under the old bridge spanning the creek that cut through the middle of campus. I sighed. "See, if I'd just realized where we'd come out, I could have thrown up in the water. Less mess." "Yes, but won't you think about the frogs? I'm sure they receive enough unwanted vomit from the student body.””
