She walks alone, on her nightly--or morningly--duty. As her job entails, she leaves her dormatory to unlock the school's buildings. Six in the morning is her deadline.

The dorm front door is unlocked, no problem. Key in, key out. On her way to the first building outside, there is a click and a car light; someone is out there.

She snaps her stance to her right, maglight firm in both hands, slugger position.

"Good morning", the dark figure says.

"Oh, hi", she responds, "You scared the crap out of me".

"Sorry about that, we're good guys, really."

Midnight violent tragedy averted, for atleast one more day.