As Jane's tiny fist beat at the door, she waited for another scream to follow the horrifying first. It had sounded like someone was hurting Darius in an incredibly painful manner and her vivid imagination ran wild with theories. Had someone broken in and tried to rob him, resulting in physical combat? Was he cutting vegetables and accidentally sliced his thumb off? What if Darius had some sort of mental disease that caused him to scream and freak out? The possibilities were endless and they only continued to grow in severity the longer he took to answer.<br/><br/>By the time she heard the deadbolt click over, she'd almost convinced herself he was dead for sure. When the door pulled open, Jane managed to expel a sigh of relief and suck in a gasp of shock at the same time, resulting in a gnarled snort. Her hand flew up to her mouth as she jumped back, taking the sight of him. A part of her expected him to be beaten up and bleeding or, missing a thumb, while the other part prayed he was all in one piece and that she'd imagined the scream. "Oh! You're okay," she whispered as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her right ear. "I, uh, heard a loud scream and I came to make sure everything was alright. You are alright, right?" she asked as she ran her eyes over him, checking for any signs of injury.