"Sheldon?" *KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK* "It's me, Amy."
Sheldon looked down at his hands, sighed, and thought for a moment. Or was it a few minutes? The draft coming from the window startled him, and brought him back to reality. He had to tell her.
"Yes, Amy, I know… I'm not deaf. I mean, one moment please. I have a rash… on my… on my arm! Yes, my arm, and…"
"Sheldon, you don't have a rash. We video chatted 2 hours ago. Please, open up, I have to talk to you about something."
He knew he couldn't hide from Amy…
Slowly, he opened the door.