She rapped again, a little louder, "Kelsey? Are you home?"
There was a muffled sound inside, a groan and what might have been a curse. The croak of a female voice, which the girl cleared and tried again, "Who is it?"
Kelsey? It's Becca from down the hall. I'm sorry to... disturb you, but I wanted to show you something and ask you a couple of questions. If that's okay."
The sound of soft footfalls: barefoot on carpeting, then the chain disengaged and the door opened to reveal a young, thin woman an inch or two taller than Becca. She wore a faded pink tank top over thin, striped boxer shorts, and it was impossible to tell whether or not she was attractive because her face was obscured by a maelstrom of dark hair that fell to her chin. She leaned against the door and said, conversationally, "Becca, hi. How's it goin'?"
"Uh... fine. Is this a bad time?"
"Nope," Kelsey turned from the doorway and disappeared into the black abyss that was her apartment.
"Come in. Sit."
Becca entered and closed the door behind her. She was about to comment on the darkness when Kelsey snapped on a lamp between the couch and the wall and patted the cushion next to her. She rummaged around the floor at her feet and pulled up a hair tie, then pulled her hair back into a ponytail and secured it with the tie. Her eyes were puffy and generally resembled those of the Lost Boys.
Becca placed the box atop an old pizza box on the coffee table in front of them and sat next to Kelsey. The couch was broken and sucked her in so much she wondered if it might actually eat her. She ignored this and adressed Kelsey, "So, how've you been?"
Kelsey answered by rolling her neck; Becca flinched with each POP! Finally Kelsey nodded and said, "You know how it goes. Still fighting this cold from, like, a month ago."
"Maybe you should see a doctor or something."
Kelsey snorted, "The campus doc's a quack, and I have no insurance for an E.R. visit. I've been drinking Ny-Quil like its Diet Coke."
"Mm," Becca nodded. What she wanted to say was, It looks it, but what she said was, "That sucks."
"So, what's up?"
Becca explained the arrival of the mysterious boxes from some unknown source and contents of the boxes to the best of her abilities.
"But I can't read the enclosed literature; it's in a language straight out of The Hobbit, plus the diagrams are beyond me. They look... complicated. I thought maybe you could take a look at them."
"Let me see."
Becca gave Kelsey the box and Kelsey opened it, peered inside for a minute, then pulled out the stapled sheaf of paper to examine. She flipped through it, scowled, then cocked her head when she arrived at the last page, "Who's Dora?"