“Let me in.” “What? No. Why? What are you even doing here?” “We need to talk.” “Talk about what?” “Who’s in there?” I ask instead of deigning to answer her question. “None of your business,” she retorts swiftly. “Go away.” “Not a chance,” I growl. “Open this door. I won’t ask again.” Silence. Silence. More silence. I lean in nice and close, so she can hear my acidly pleasant snarl. “Or I’ll kick it down myself, if you’d prefer.”