It was not a matter of whether or not Britta was right, it was just that Annie preferred to believe that nightmare was simply over. She wasn't sure what to do or say at this point, because she didn't know how Britta felt about this issue, already a year after it had happened. The phone was too impersonal and a simple "Are you sure?" had consternated Britta so bad that Annie had taken her car and driven to her house right away.

Britta locked the door behind Annie and stayed close to it to listen through for an extra second. Annie gasped, confused, and whispered, "Britta, please calm down," But Britta softly walked from the door to Annie, took her by the wrist and walked her to the couch.

"I can't calm down, Annie, this person invaded my house. This person knows where I live. This person... he could come back to my house at any minute." She said, turning around and looking at the door every second while she spoke.
Realizing this could mean real danger and being almost sure her own mind was thinking clear, Annie thought of the obvious solution for the immediate problem, "Do you want to call Jeff or the boys?"

"No!"

"Britta, I know what you're thinking," Annie tried to explain, while Britta just waved her head in frustration, "But think about it. Jeff is self centered, I know, but if we called him, he would come running if there was anything wrong with either one of us, you know that..."

"Annie, I don't want Jeff to come here and assess my situation! What if this isn't the guy after all? I mean, I can't explain it, I'm so sure and at the same time, what if it isn't?"

"There is nothing you should be ashamed of here," Annie started with a faint, sympathetic smile, "You don't need to hide, you don't need to be scared. It's us!"

And they sat there for an extra minute, holding a hopeful look against each other, defending their own points and to Annie's surprise, she was the one to sigh and look away first, waving her head, closing her eyes and telling Britta to pack a little bag and spend the night with her. She recognized at this point this would not be a battle she could win yet.

After the uncomfortable evening where Britta came into Troy and Abed's place, held a quick awkward conversation, which was how her conversations went at their house at this point, because this was their weird territory and her skeptical self, both girls silently laid down at Annie's bed and stared at the ceiling. Hours into the night, in the pitch black dark of a night without moon in Colorado, with the television still on in the living room after Abed had probably fallen asleep, Annie decides to ask, since she knows Britta is probably as awake as she is.

"What's on your mind?" She whispers

"I'm not sure what's on my mind." Britta whispers back.

"Do you still think about talking to the police?"

After a pause, Britta answers, "I do. But I'm not sure how to, if I acted like a baby just by seeing him once."

"What do you think would happen if you did?"

Another pause, "I don't know."

Then they lay in a long, helpless silence. Britta moves around uncomfortably, but stays on the same spot and sighs. Annie's mind dances around a simple solution, because there should be one, but she can't find it. Without looking, she lays her hand next to Britta's and holds it for a second.

"I'm here for you though."

Britta holds her hand back and turns to the side smiling. Annie shoots her a quick smile and lets go, folding her hands on her stomach. Britta slowly does the same.

"What do you think happens if this is not the guy?"

"I don't know."

"How am I gonna find the guy again?"

Annie thinks for a while and closes her eyes.

"We'll come up with something."