December 19, 2002
She looked around at the rest of the simulation. Everything seemed to be functioning normally. She tried for the control panel another time, but still with no result. "Ah, merde," she swore aloud. There was only one thing she could do. She would have to go to the Information Center and ask for help logging off. Fortunately, she had just passed it not too long ago and so she knew where it was. Pulling out her map of Paris to verify that she was correct, she then quaffed the last of her drink and stood from the outdoor bistro table.