When she had finally finished brushing out her hair, there was a knock on the door. She blinked and debated not answering it. She went through the options of who it could be. Best case scenario, it was a pack of cops coming to rescue her. Worst case, it was Simon coming to kill her. Santa Claus, Darth Vader, and Einstein could also be standing there, with how her goddamn week was going.
