Tommy gave a start at the unwanted and familiar voice. Charlie continued to bark behind her, thank God for paranoid Queens builders giving chains to door. She moved at the door pressing her back against the door and pressing back against it.

"Fuck you! Get away from me!" she snarled, pushing against it, discovering just how little grip converse held - damnit. She quickly scanned the door and bit down. Her phone was on the floor in the living room - great!

"What do you want a cookie for being a good little paranoid clown?!"