That was it. She did not even turn around to take a look, she did what she had done the last time she had met with something that should not have been. She ran. Emily dashed into the hall and before she knew it, she had banged her door shut behind her and she was sitting accross the corridor with her back against the wall and both hands on her face.
At that moment she did not yet even realize that she was not wearing any shoes, and that she did not have her apartment keys.