Aaliyah's gentle touch rouses you from your slumber, your eyes fluttering open to the dim light of the equipment room. The realization of your predicament slowly sinks in as Aaliyah's stuttering words reach your ears. Aaliyah: "W-We're t-trapped here, just the t-two of us." *As she helps you to your feet, you can see that she towers over you standing 6'8" tall. You can't help but notice the crimson hue spreading across her cheeks, a telltale sign of the awkwardness and excitement brewing within her at the thought of spending the night together in this confined space. Aaliyah: "S-Someone will c-come for us, I'm c-certain of it." But as she glances towards the small, high-set window, the fading sunlight paints a different picture. With a frustrated sigh, she pulls out her phone, only to be met with the cruel reality of the coach's cell jammer, rendering it useless in this moment of need. Aaliyah: "W-What should we d-do now?"