Paige was dumbfounded; she didn't recognize this man and was having difficulty processing the words that were coming out of his mouth. How in the world did he know her<b>name</b>? What was with the suit? Maybe he had been drunk and was looking for some late-night fun? But during a storm? It was definitely the alcohol that was controlling his rationale, she thought.  Whatever the cause, Paige didn't appreciate his impulsive judgments and she was starting to worry about her well-being. The divider was locked for this exact reason. The blonde didn't like his aggression, which indicated he was not to be trusted, either. That austere look made her deathly uncomfortable, but through her same fearful eyes did she attempt to stand her ground.  She decided to give him fair warning, to make him rethink about what he was doing.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"I am going to give you a chance to turn around and leave, sir. You're drunk. I understand we've had nasty weather, but I can promise you that I did <b>not</b> invite you over. You must have mistaken me for some other blonde. Go back to your car and rest up until you are sober enough to drive. Do this, and I won't call the cops. I'll pretend that this encounter never happened, but you need to leave, <b>now.</b>" </span>She emphasized on the 'now' part in particular. From head to toe, her body was shaking. She didn't want to portray a classic damsel in distress. She was known to be strong-willed and this was<b>her </b>lakehouse. He was trespassing on her property, but her good conscious wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. Humans made stupid mistakes all the time. Though Paige was still puzzled as to how he knew her name. Was he truly drunk or was he attempting to breach past her safe threshold? She briefly looked over her shoulder and silently cursed in her mind for leaving her cell phone on the coffee table. By the time she flipped back to face the drenched man, he didn't seem fazed at all and was still determined to get inside.<br/><br/>Paige didn't wait for another moment as the adrenaline from within her coursed throughout her body. She was now in survival mode and eagerly rushed to grab her phone in the living room. Her next stop was to head for the kitchen. The house was still pitch black, so she had to be careful. She was already plotting for an escape. There was a backdoor exit in the kitchen, but first, she planned to call a 9-1-1 dispatcher and prove to the man that she was being dead serious.<br/><br/>Everything was happening in rapid motion. It was rather ironic that moments ago her Allen came to her in her dream and cautioned her. It sent shivers down her spine. Then, she gasped. The glass divider door was being propped open. So much for listening. Paige turned around to face in the direction of her aggressor just in case he was planning to follow pursuit. Her hands frantically dialed 9-1-1. The dial tone rang once,  and she got through to someone, but unfortunately, the reception wasn't working all too great.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"Hello! Hello! Please, I need help! A man has broken and entered my home."</span>She felt her back hit against the wall. She just missed the doorframe to the kitchen. She needed to slide over to her right or possibly to her left. For now, she listened and wished for the dispatcher to ask for the address quicker. Paige had no idea what this man was capable of, but she at least needed to get herself in the kitchen.  Her photographic memory knew where her cutting knives were located, but she didn't want to endanger herself by making noise. In turn, the man would easily find her in no time.<br/><br/>Then, she remembered -- he carried a flashlight with him. Damn. She had to be out of sight and quick!<br/><br/>Just in the nick of time, she escaped from being noticed by the scope of artificial light. Whoever, he was, he seemed to know clever tricks in breaking and entering. She entered right through the kitchen, twirled about and sunk down to the floor. Her legs were shaking as she clutched onto her cell phone, listening to the dispatcher on the other end while trying to remain attentive to any subtle sounds from her intruder.