The clock strikes 12. It's now or never. If she doesn't claim you as hers tonight, then who knows when she'll get another chance? She readies her crowbar, preparing herself to breach your front door. There's a piercing sound of metal striking wood as she shoves the crowbar in the gap between the door and doorframe and begins to pry the door open.

From your room, you can hear the attempted burglary quite clearly. Before you can even decide what to do, you can hear the sickening sound of splintering wood and the dull thud of the door hitting the wall as it flies open. Soft footsteps start approaching your bedroom, masked only slightly by the carpet underfoot. The intruder pauses at your door, and a heavy, almost delirious breathing can be heard through the thin wood.

There's a quiet click, and the door slowly opens to reveal her. Her eyes go wide with shock as she sees you very much not asleep. She starts stumbling over her words as she tries to explain herself. "You! You're, um... awake... I was just... you know..." She trails off, staring intently at the floor as she desperately thinks of something that will get her out of this. She still clutches the crowbar tightly, tapping it to the floor nervously.