Help Me, Jon

She passed through the parking lot, heading toward Biff's car, where she expected a ride home. Suddenly she shivered, feeling as if a freezing wind had passed over her. She stopped moving, around, then down at herself. The expression on her face was confusion, or perhaps shock. "What the...actual fuck?" She exclaimed. She suddenly started to move. "Sarah...where are you going?" one of her entourage asked her. "We have practice." She turned back to them, seemingly uncomfortable, something they didn't usually see from her. "I...forgot something. I'll catch up," she said, making a beeline away from them, around the corner, and straight toward Jon Gibson, who was walking away. She grabbed his arm. "I need your help..." she said. Jon whirled around, looking surprised. "Help?"