"I don't believe you." Her voice died. "No, no, I'm serious." Her nails scratched into her head violently. "What am I going to do?!" she shrilled, her lungs overpowered with distress. Her exhales interuppted by the slam of a door. "Hurry, go..she's here," her nails digging into my arm as she forced me out the window, my head colliding into the glass, not amounting to the pain she was in.