She got out of her chair the moment he left the room, looking for something that could've caused a man-sized shadow over her, or a cold draft. There was nothing. Feeling a tightening in her stomach, she briefly considered walking outside in the hall where the light was brighter, but that was just silly. She often freaked herself out like this when she was here alone, thinking something was touching her or moving things or talking to her. Brian would think she was a lunatic.