Sure that Wanda had gone out for a few hours, Jessica spent that time in the darkness of her room, so lost in her morose thoughts that it hurt. Hurt to think. Hurt to breathe. Hurt to just...be. She eventually dozed off into an uncomfortable sleep. It hardly felt like anytime had passed when she startled abruptly from her nap--was that the door? She sat up and shot a wary glance over her shoulder, before she dragged herself out of bed and slowly stepped out of her room and into the hallway where she sprung onto the ceiling and continued her spider-like stealth into the leaving room. She hadn't been expecting anyone.
Once she reached the front door, she crawled above it and looked through the peep hole. No-- Hopping down silently, she took another look through the hole, hands pressed against the cold door as she stood there and eventually looked away with a perplexed look on her face. Was she still dreaming? That couldn't have been Nick. She cracked the door open (it looked like Nick, it smelled like Nick), and then pulled it back fully, fixing him with a guarded gaze.