"The last thing I remember is studying in my apartment. It was late, and I must have fallen asleep ... and then I'm here!" she said, pressing a palm against her forehead as though that might jog free a more useful memory.<br/><br/>She watched him, her body growing more and more tense as he approached the door. She wanted to cry out, tell him to stop, but they had to get out! Her fist clenched tighter, making the scratch burn.