[OOM:
A death in the family, and a few days later,
another to come?]
Fran thought she was going into the kitchen at her parents' house. It takes her a few seconds to process where she is instead. Exhaustion, dizziness and fever don't make for being quick on the uptake. She turns pale, whirls to grab for the doorknob.
Fast as she moves, it's not fast enough. She actually sees the knob and then door vanish into a blank section of wall. Her hand claws against the wood, hard enough to leave her fingers bloodied. She doesn't care. "Oh, my God. No, please, not now..."
[plotlocked, thanks! For Guppy Sandhu and/or a security pup, c'mon over. Any others, please to not tag this post.]