Roseanne was jerked awake by the persistent knocking at her door.
She shot up, her heart racing, sure someone was at her doorstep.
“Who's there?” she called out, caution heavy in her voice.
With Owen burning the midnight oil at the lab, she was on her own. If a burglar was at her door, she had no one to back her up.
The knocking paused for a moment, but the visitor remained silent.
Seeing that Roseanne wasn't budging, they resumed their knocking.
“If you won't speak, I'm not opening up.”
“…Anne.” Murray's voice came through, laced with a weary chuckle.
She was as stubborn as ever.
“…What do you want?” At the sound of his voice, Roseanne couldn't help but frown.
“Let me in. We need to talk. I promise I won't do anything. If it makes you feel better, leave the door ajar…”
“There's nothing between us worth discussing.” Roseanne cut him off, clearly unwilling to open the door.
Despite his repeated knocks and pleas, she ignored him completely.
Murray seemed exceptionally patient today, persisting in his knocking even as Roseanne, fresh from her shower, picked up her phone in frustration. “Hello, officer? There's someone incessantly knocking on my door…”
And so, Murray was eventually led away, half coaxed, half dragged by the friendly neighborhood cop.
Peace at last…
Roseanne lay down to sleep.
The next morning, she got up, prepared a hearty breakfast of pancakes and bacon, dressed, and headed to the lab.
She planned to stay there for the next couple of days, avoiding home entirely.
Partly to dodge Murray's potential knocks, and partly to really push forward with her work.
She had to finish this paper before the grad school semester kicked off in September.
Killing two birds with one stone.
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