Tegan watched as Roe left, clutching the duvet closer to her naked chest. He was leaving? Where was he going? She hesitated a moment. He was leaving, going into danger. Her foot winced back as it touched the cool floor. Dragging the covers with herself, she moved to the door. Eyes searching the room for something, anything that could be used as a weapon. She had nothing. Eyebrows frowning with frustration, hr heart pounding heavily in her chest, she moved to the bathroom. Grabbing the toilet plunger, and dropping the duvet, she quietly padded toward the stairs, walking down the sides of them to avoid any creaks.<br/><br/>Making sure the coast was clear, Tegan slipped into the kitchen, holding her breath as she turned the corner, and her back pressing against the fridge. Her eyes settled back upon Roe, and she sighed softly in relief. He was okay. What if they were burgalers? What if they had guns? Could Roe die? She didn't know. Brandishing the plunger like a sword, she stepped out, closer to him. She wanted to be close to him. It was more frightening to be alone, and she didn't want to hear a gunshot and not know what was going on. What if he got hurt? Her breathing was shaky, as she padded to his side. She looked up to him silently, eyes wide, and lips pale with fear.