It didn’t take Chelsea long to find her clothes, wrinkled and lying by the door. Her purse lay beside her clothes, and most of its contents were spilled. “The first thing I wanted to do was get my clothes on and grab my purse,” she explains. “I just felt so vulnerable.” After dressing and picking up her pieces of gum, random coins and ChapStick from the floor, Chelsea quickly walked towards the door. Instead of walking out, she stopped at the door and looked around one last time. Photographs hung on the walls and a single trophy rested on the desk. “I just stared at the pictures he had with his parents and friends thinking, ‘How can someone like him do this?’”