Phoebe Buffay, Friends, “The One with the Prom Video” The footsteps on the stairs were too heavy to be Jayne’s; maybe it was Nick coming up to check something. But he usually called before showing up, so who… Maya pulled open the door and stopped dead in her tracks. “What the hell are you doing here? And how did you even get in?” Will inhaled deeply but didn’t make a move to come any farther than the tiny landing at the top of the stairs. “Jayne let me in. I need to talk to you.” “About what?” “Can I come in?” “About what?” she repeated. He blinked slowly. “About Jack.” Maya would have sworn every ounce of blood drained to her toes right there and then. “Is he…” She stopped, swallowed, and tried again. “Is he okay?” “Physically, yeah, he’s fine.” “Oh thank God.” With her hand pressed against her stomach, as though that would stop the flip-flopping, she stumbled back into the apartment. “Then what’s wrong?” Without waiting for her to invite him in, Will stepped through the door and closed it behind him.
