Guy knocked at her door and waited for her to answer, forgetting momentarily that she was not there. He started to feel reality creep back toward him, and closed his eyes to shut it out. If I wait long enough, she'll come. She's just on the other side, she's just getting something, she's just being slow. She always comes when I call. He opened his palm to the door, pressing it flat, then bowed his head and pleaded with the nothingness on the other side. Please, Marian, open the door.