"Motherfucker! Where's my car?!" Dean, coming out of the library, found his car that had been parked in the bike shed was gone!
"Dean, didn't you lock it?" David glanced at him in surprise.
"I was in a hurry for time, so I didn't get around to it~" Dean spread his hands, his expression one of utter helplessness. The computer resources at Stanford were limited, and he had to race against the clock.
"Stanford is an open campus round the clock, Dean. You know that, right?" Even the honest and straightforward David knew that one must be wary of others.
"Shit! The public safety in America is just a pile of crap!" Dean had just bought the car and had not even gotten it warm before he painfully lost his beloved vehicle.
On the same day, the first Monday of October, Stephen Wolfe once again drove to the Stanford University campus.
This was his third visit this year, having just landed at San Francisco airport two hours earlier.
