Someone was at the door... Pyrrhus. She wanted to get up and go to the door but kept to the tub, holding on to her bound arm. After a brief moment, she finally found enough volume and air in her lungs to call out as loudly as possible so it would reach the door, "I'm here! I... I think I left the stove on. And a frying pan attacked me. And the fridge almost ate me. ...And my arm really, really hurts." It was starting to sound like she was crying only she wasn't quite full on tears yet.