Stuck

It is raining. Normally rain doesn't get much more than an annoyed glance and a switch of the wardrobe towards oilskin and rubber, but today all roads north are closed. Downstairs in the hall desperate students are using their cellphones to try and figure out how to get home. Many of them live in farms just beyond the closed roads. There is one road south which is still open, so we could get out of here if we have to...