<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/f2/f6/b0/f2f6b0fd6b8c3a6dcc6f97a77567f237.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://sits-pod39.demandware.net/dw/image/v2/BBFD_PRD/on/demandware.static/-/Sites-bouxavenue-master-catalog/default/dw79ce5e43/201599_01BL_0_FR.jpg?sw=680&amp;sh=918&amp;sm=fit)</div>Olivia is not woken by the scream in the other room so much as the pounding on her door.<br/><br/>One, two, three.<br/><br/>One, two, three...<br/><br/>Her eyes flinch, shifting behind closed lids.<br/><br/>Louder this time.<br/><br/>One, two, three.<br/><br/>Olivia's eyes find the ceiling, fluttering open and craning her neck.<br/><br/>What time is it?<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"Please let me in! Please! I need to dry off!"</span></span><br/><br/>Olivia turns to sit up... then stands. It's probably more instinct than anything that she throws on the robe, even over what she was already wearing. Her night sleeps were scarcely ever interrupted and if there was someone who needed to knock for an emergency reason or to inform her of something, she would always opt to have the Kimono on when addressing them at the door.<br/><br/>Adjusting the Kimono band at her waistline as she approaches the door. She makes it a full 3 steps before the next series of pounding hits indicates she's going toward the wrong door.<br/><br/>Her eyes flinch momentarily, adjusting her path. It probably made sense to walk to the main door even as she got her bearings... for Olivia couldn't honestly think of a reason Jaclyn would need to get into her room right now.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"... Jaclyn? Dry off? Are you...</span><br/><br/>As she approached the door connecting her room to Jaclyn's, she opened with her free hand, standing just off to an angle.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"... alright?"</span>