For a moment, everyone was silent. The only noise along the corridor seemed to be the ululations of Tiana behind the door. Freyr had never heard anything quite like it before; she sounded almost animalistic behind the choking and moaning that was going on. The woman whirled round and grabbed her husband. "We need to knock the door down, she's dying in there!" For a moment the man was unsure, but he could see the look on the woman's face and there was no way he could refuse. He began eyeing up the door. They had been designed to put prettiness before function and wouldn't prove too much of a challenge. The wails of Tiana increased in pitch slightly as the man committed to an initial investigative barge against the frame. "Tiana, get away from the door! We're coming in!" Freyr realized that no one had called the emergency services yet. Tiana was obviously in pain. Wiggling free of Indy's protective grip she spun round and looked him in the eye. "Help him. I'm going to get changed and call 911." With a quick kiss she was off, leaving the door to their flat open as the man launched another assault on the door.

Freyr wouldn't admit it openly, but the noises coming from next door scared her. She needed a moment to compose herself before dialing 911. In the year or so that they had lived in this flat, she thought, they'd spoken to Tiana perhaps a dozen times before inviting her over for dinner. She had been an attractive lady, in her odd sort of way, with her short raven hair and incessant jokes. As the phone rang Freyr padded through into the bedroom and seeing as she'd only worn them for a few hours before getting them ripped off her, she retrieved her tight jeans and Stack Paper t-shirt and put them back on. Leaving the dressing gown and Indy's boxers on the bed. The phone didn't stop ringing. It went on and on, Freyr initially sat on the bed but got up impatiently and as she walked back into the hall an automated message responded. "Helo. We are currently experiencing a large volume of calls. We are working hard to get to you, but please be advised to keep roads and freeways clear and stay indoors for the duration of this situation." The message repeated. "What situation..." Freyr mumbled, just as the sound of splintering wood and a shattering scream erupted from the hallway.