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Getting everyone dressed and over to Greendale is a bit of a hassle, and the fact that they're probably going to have to eat in the cafeteria because there was no time to eat before they went worries Britta a little, given the level of disposable income she has (very, very low). All the same, there's a strange sense almost of relief as she steps out of the car and onto campus, leading the others to the library. She remembers the way instinctively, negotiating her way to the study room like it's been a day, not months, pointing out what's where as she goes.

She really never thought she'd miss this place. It probably won't last long.

Inside the room, she glances around. "Right," she says, "okay. We just need to try and figure out what's going on and what to do about it." It seems a hell of a lot easier said than done.