[X] Check the dorm mailbox on the off chance you have anything.
You check the mailbox. Surprisingly, there is a box in the box. Or rather, a package, with your name on it.
You swear to God, if your mother sent you an extra pair of underwear or something...
"Tch, what a pain in the ass."
You suddenly realize that as much of the labeling as not is in English, and the return address is out of New York. Name... what, this is from your gramps? Yare yare daze, that was damned fast.
[]You're impatient to get some answers. Open the box right there, right now.
[]Wait until you're securely in your room, then open the box. Another four minutes aren't going to make a difference, and as bizarre as this day has been, it's an even chance that someone could be observing you at this very moment.