"What?" She squeaked, springing from him, hand coming up to cover her throat. "My throat has to be slit for you to go back?" She stared at him, wide eyed, and shook her head. "No, no, no, there has to be another way. You can't cut my throat!" She backed away from him, shaking her head. "Not if it means you're gonna cut my throat!" She replied, sidestepping towards the door, misreading him grossly.<br/><br/>She turned, and sprinted from the room, up the three stairs and into her bedroom, slamming the door shut behind herself and locking it, before beginning to shove the dresser in front of it.