Weston Wolfsbane

I am sitting at one of the tables in the college campus’s forecourt with a group of my friends. I am picking at a sandwich, laughing as I listen to them fool around. I hear a soft feminine voice, somehow loud and silent at the same time. It says ‘Gosh, I am so lost’. I look around, frowning a little as no one is nearby, except for my friends. I get a little sniff of caramel. I keep looking around confused