She sits  alone, by the  stadium, waiting.  She is tired,  and does
not bother  anxiously  searching. She merely  sits, and  waits. She
worries for  a moment  that their boat might  slide up  next to her
quietly and  not awaken  her from her deep  reverie. A  moment, and
once again  her brain has  turned itself  away, seeking  some quiet
slumber.  Quite some time  passed before  its absence was  noticed.
It was  a quarter of an  hour til midnight  when her friend  showed
up. A  horde of large  dogs stand quietly at  his side. They  float
close  to the bank of  the river, her friend  rowing softly,  horde
alert.  He gestures and  she felt the need  to respond. She  climbs
into the  boat, finding a  gentle set of  arms to receive  her. She
soon falls  asleep; fails  now to notice  when the oars  clanged as
he put them  away. Only  when the outboard  motor slid  into place,
chopping up  the soft  water, did she awaken  from her  slumber and
wonder how  she found  herself in a longboat  with some  random man
that she  seemed forced  to think of as an  ally. At last  the boat
slides  against some pier  - with a good  deal of luck, she  hoped,
maybe  she would find her  answer within  the great building  which
stood  behind the pier.  At least she'd be  free of the evil  dogs.