A quick check of the clock revealed that it was just after 10pm. “What in the world?” Mia said to herself as the banging continued, demanding that she open her door. Shuffling into the living area, she startled herself momentarily when she passed a mirror and saw a woman with red hair – not recognising it as herself. When she reached the door she did a quick check of the peephole, seeing Eric through the glass. The door pushed open a touch, catching on the chain. “Mia!” he called out through the gap. “I’m right here,” she said quietly. Pushing the door closed so she could unhook the chain and let him in. “Why was the door chained?” he asked, pocketing his keys as he stepped inside. “I’ve been drugged repeatedly Eric,” she said by way of explanation. “Of course,” he said, looking at his hands sheepishly.
