The first of a idea that had been knocking around my brain for a while.
Next: 
Chapter 2Jake woke up feeling fairly fresh. He found that surprising, considering how late he had been out the night before looking for that stupid store. Another rock concert had filled the streets with throngs of students, gangers, and other people caught up in the chaotic madness. It had been after ten before he’d called it quits and gone home in disgust with the others.
His failure meant that he’d have to go to the police now. He wouldn’t bother security with this; he guessed that it would fall outside their jurisdiction. No point in bothering them then.
He walked out of his room after freshening up and found breakfast already made—it was Serena’s turn to cook. Helping himself to the bacon and eggs and toast, he poured himself a tall glass of orange juice. Stepping out onto the small balcony, he set his food on the tiny table and ate heartily. Standing upright, he leaned against the rail to finish his drink, staring out across the broad sports field of the coll