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Casey struggled in the doorway of the apartment for a few minutes, trying to get the keys from the bottom of her purse. By the time she got the door open, her files had fallen on the floor. With a deep sigh, she left them there, stepping over them to grab a few things. As she walked back through the hallway, she stared at the door. She knew she had shut the door, which was now ajar. She stood there for a minute, too afraid to move.