<div class="floatright">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_et9ttl8zdzQ/TD_-vwBMOGI/AAAAAAAAN5E/eP7JumXuE2M/s1600/1a3f651e06434edab4aee510aaf9f5b6.jpg)</div><br/>Michelle was walking along through the hallway when she suddenly heard a sharp thud against the door.  Her body tensed in surprise and worry; it sounded like a body, maybe two, smacking up against the wood.<br/><br/>The memories of assassins quickly flooding her memory, Michelle rushed her way over towards the door, faintly hearing voices but unable to make them out.  Panic gripped her as she started to reach for the doorknob, and then realized that it wasn't her room.  She had no idea what was going on, but she certainly couldn't just barge in.  Anything could be happening in there!<br/><br/>"Hello?!" she called out, tremors of fear making her voice ripple ever so gently.  "Is everything alright?"  Some part of her was still afraid; even if something was happening, some piece of her felt the worry of what might happen if she just barged in.  She might make herself a sudden target for any number of things which might happen.  Yet she couldn't leave, not with the likely chance of danger.