I head to her door and knock again. She doesn’t respond, so I move to one of the air ducts and call up, “If you don’t let me in, I’m going to remove the door to your room. I have all my tools.” That gets her attention. A moment later, the door to my old chamber opens and she scowls at me. “I’m flashing back to my high school days, so thanks for that.” I have no idea what she is talking about. “I wish to speak privately with you.”
