Even so, it was better to be safe than sorry. He closed the window and then sat down on Selena's bed, rubbing his temples. What should he do now? Security. He should call campus security. He hated to go against his friend's wishes, but she was, quite frankly, doing something very stupid and he valued her safety above her weird cryptic hunting fantasies.
He pulled out his phone and called security. The response was quick, but disappointing. "We'll try to find her," the man on the other end said, "but this whole thing has left us pretty understaffed, and it ain't easy to find someone in a city of this size. If you leave us your number, we can call you back once we have any news about her."