The Tunnel

Hurrying away from the strip of trees lining the northern half of the university Sarah talked on her phone. "Professor I just don't have time to deal with the police right now can you call them?" "Of course I will. You get to class." "Sorry to hand you such a problem," she said. "It's not my problem or yours. The problem belongs to the person who dug the damn hole." The professor was a wise man but soon Sarah would learn how wrong he was.