Follow-Up.

I saw something fall down in the Conference Room and I thought it was coming toward the door. It was a person, or at least it looked like one. I saw it briefly as it passed in front of a shaded window that allowed a bit of light to penetrate the room. I know I saw an arm coming up, but then it was going down sideways and I lost it in the gloom. I sure as hell wasn't going to take any chances what with being by myself and weaponless like that. Stupid is what that was and I'm damned lucky to be alive and writing this right now. Well, I guess I am. Shit, I really don't know anything about anything that was going on in that room. I just know I was scared out of my mind. God, I'm actually coated with sweat.

I don't think my heart beat once in the time it took me to race across the lobby. And I don't know how I found the nerve (though not thinking about it at all probably helped), but I sprinted straight for the Conference Room and swung the door shut, heard it latch and then grabbed a heavy wooden chair that was sitting nearby and propped it under the handle.

So, I guess I either locked in a streetwalker, or I locked in someone who's hurt or injured or just needs help and was reaching out to me. Shit. But I was all alone and I didn't know and... Shit!