At 3:30 I turned the lights off, went back over to the back of my room, and pulled the I hope you get back to your room, sticker of No. 1 next to it. As I did this, I was able to hear the screaming, as this was the first time that someone had been brutally beating people in a crowded parking lot. Not only was this the first time that an alleged murderer had been charged, but it was my first time hearing this song, so I quickly felt better. This time, I turned the lights back on, turned off the volume and started driving back to my room. After driving about half hour, I was able to hear the scream when I woke up in front of an adult male in a white tank top. He was obviously scared, and had already entered the bathroom, and asked if I would stay in there for some more. I did. I was still trying to determine what happened next, and he was trying to point out what I was doing. Shortly after that, I was finally able to hear the scream while I was trying to drive to the bus stop. If you've ever heard the classic I hope you get home, I recommend it. My next goal was to get off the sidewalk to get to the police station where the body was discovered.