Faith rushed down the hallway to Giles' office. She wanted to get this meeting over with.

The pregnancy test had only taken three minutes but she'd spent more than that amount of time anxious and scared, huddled up against the bathroom wall, afraid to have her worst fears confirmed.

There was no way she could be a mother. She would be lousy at it. The only clue she had about proper parenting was second-hand. No kid deserved to be saddled with her.

It took her 15 minutes to calm herself so she could look at the test.

When she did see the result Faith's knees almost gave out.

The test was negative.

At first she didn't believe it because her hands were shaking so badly she couldn't tell if it was two lines or one.

She gently set the test down on the counter and looked at it again.

It was still negative even after part of her wished that it wasn't.

She was surprised by the feeling of loss she experienced. She'd spent weeks being terrified of the truth and the last day in an emotional war with Dean. It had been for nothing.

She had also shown her weakness. God only knew what Dean was thinking now. She still had to tell him and she didn't know if she could handle it if he looked relieved by the news.

The insecure part of her, that kept her up at night staring at Dean as he slept next to her, questioning if the inches between them in bed signaled something worrying and made her days miserable with thoughts of how their relationship was bound to end badly, would forever wonder if any sense of relief meant that he was happy to be away from her, the baby or maybe both.

It was like some giant weight had been moved from the top of a well of desperate desires of togetherness and security that she didn't know she'd wanted from Dean and any future they could have together.

And despite the sense of being unmoored from what had been her life, an idea as solid and sure as the steel of her boots took anchor in the back of her mind.

She'd fucked up for the last time and the only conversation she would be having with Dean would be their last one.

Faith took some deep breaths and looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She had been too shocked to cry so her face looked normal.

She only hoped that she could keep herself together long enough to make it through Giles' meeting because she was in no shape to handle seeing Buffy again in her current state.

Hurrying Faith blew into the office 10 minutes late and was surprised to see, looking at the others in the room, that in a contest to see who looked like their life was falling apart the most she have stiff competition.

Giles was there and in the better light of his office, with is glasses off, she could see the bags under his eyes.

Kennedy looked upset as she sat next to Willow on the sofa. Willow had nasty looking fading bruises on her face and neck. The sling her arm was in wasn't her only injury because Faith caught her wincing as Willow turned to regard her.

Xander was propped in a chair, his clothes were wrinkled and he had the kind of scraggly beginnings of a beard she'd only seen on men who were homeless.

There was no Buffy.

The whole scene made her nervous. There was dead silence in the room as she guided herself into a chair.

If there was one thing that Faith had learned over the years was that quiet only came from things too battered to rage like they wanted to. She took a quick survey of the people slumped into chairs and couches and took notice. Willow looked like she hadn't slept in a month.

Giles, seated at his desk, called the meeting to order and started his story with a down-turned gaze and a tired huff. "I suppose I should start with an apology. When we contacted you we felt it necessary to lie about what was happening here." Giles held up a hand to stave off the threatening look that Faith flashed at him. "Not because we didn't trust you but we couldn't be sure the gentlemen you were traveling with could be trusted with the information."

"Buffy…" the older man stopped with pain. He took a moment to gather himself and suddenly meeting Faith's eyes said, "Buffy was turned 3 weeks ago."

Faith's anxiety was replaced with shock. Her mind tried to get her to voice the dozen questions that sprung up after Giles' blow. The only thing it could do was spin around a single thought.

There were moments, when she was much younger, alone and scared and Sunnydale-bound, holed up in some box car or truck-bed; she thought that it might have been okay if Kakistos had just turned Joanna. Dead, demon or not, at least she would have someone who remember and once loved her.

In the moment after Giles spoke and her heart froze, looking over the despairing faces of Buffy's family she realized what a stupid naïve kid she'd been.

Giles started up again knocking her out of her daze. "We didn't know that she'd been turned right away. We assumed…"

Faith interrupted him, "How the hell don't you know somebody's been vamped?"

"Because she can walk around in the daylight and doesn't give off any signals." Xander answered. "She lived here for the last three months, the same old Buffy. No fangs, no blood, no dead bodies.

Heck, Willow went with her on a holy water run to St. Mary's." Xander's lips twisted into a sad smile. "She spilled part of one jug all over her jeans. We made jokes about her 'going problem' for days."

"I'm sorry, I still don't get it." Faith stood up and started pacing. "When you get turned, you die. It takes what, a day for you to rise? Someone had to see her, right?"

"Yes, but we are talking about a slayer, not a normal person." Giles stated moving to sit on the edge of his desk. "We have done research and believe the difference has to do with the demon heritage of the Slayer. Since every Slayer already has part of a demon inside of…"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Faith growled and halted her pacing.

Giles confused, furrowed his brow, "You don't know? Surely you were told…"

Giles thought back. Buffy hadn't included that information as part of her speech when they were fighting the First. She pretty much stuck to "lots of vampires", "not so many slayers", "here's how you can help", "let's be heroes". The year Faith had spent in Cleveland had been dedicated to reforming the Council and finding all the new slayers not education.

"You would have known if you had stayed." Kennedy said bored not even bothering to look at Faith as she spoke, "It's part of the curriculum. It's one of the first things they teach you when you join up. We're all about full disclosure nowadays."

Faith sat back down in her chair, head down, hands buried in her hair. This was too much. Jesus.

Giles sat in the chair next to hers. "I'm sorry you had to find out this way but this is vital to understanding what happened to her."

"Willow accidentally found out what occurred. We are still researching the fallout of the spell that created the new slayers. The new girls' power is different than yours and Buffy's in some ways. In order to find this out we have to do magical testing of a sort. We use Buffy as a baseline against which we compare the other girls."

Faith still reeling and huffed out a low, "Like that's anything new."

"A few weeks ago Willow's testing showed that something was different about Buffy. When we tried talk to her about it, her face changed, she attacked Willow and ran off."

Faith fell back into the chair and sighed, "I don't care."

"I'm sorry?"

"Who did it?"

"Faith…what?" Giles asked still confused.

Faith exploded in frustration, "Who's the motherfucker that did it? Sired her or whatever. Where do we find the son of a bitch?"

"We don't know." Willow replied in a tone that she hoped would calm Faith down.

"We believe that we could possibly reverse whatever was done to her." Giles said. "She may even still have her soul. Faith, we are focused on getting her back."

"You mean like Angel?" Faith said dismissively.

"We are going to do whatever we have to make her whole again." Giles said determined.

Faith gave a chuckle and shook her head. "What do you need me for then? I'm not a witch. You've got Slayers all over the place. So why call me?"

Willow then stood up. Kennedy made a motion to help her but Willow waived her off. She limped slightly and was clearly in some pain as she walked towards Faith. When she reached her she held out an envelope.

Willow grimaced, "We thought she hadn't been by the house. We put a disinvite spell up that works but a few days ago this was left on the front step. It's for you."

Willow handed Faith the envelope and returned to her seat on the couch next to Kennedy.

Faith held the envelope with a shaking hand. The uneasy feelings she had from before were back and had multiplied about a thousand times.

It was a plain white envelope, nothing special. The name "Faith" was printed in what Faith recognized as Buffy's neat feminine handwriting on the front.

Faith stared at the envelope, unsure whether to open it. She was still staring a minute later.

"You know if this were a tv show, in a suspenseful moment like this, there would be music or something." Xander wearily piped in. "Something swelling, probably with what do you call those things? They're like a overgrown violin? VIE-uh-lo?"

"A viola." Willow answered. "And you mispronounced it. It's vee-OH-la."

"Whatever, you say vee-OH-la, I say VIE-uh-lo." Xander grinned. "I just need something to help the suspense. That is if Faith ever opens the thing."

Faith looked up at Xander. "If you're so damn interested in what's inside why didn't you open it?"

Xander gave her a knowing smirk, "Tried to. It's magically closed or something. For your eyes only I guess."

Faith steeled herself and tore into the envelope. Inside wasn't the letter she expected but instead a strip of pictures fell to the floor by her feet.

Her hand still with a case of the shakes, picked up the thin rectangle of photos. She was thrown by what she saw as her mind recalled the circumstances when they were taken.

A younger Faith, dressed in her best clubbing clothes, okay her only clubbing clothes, stared at Buffy, enthralled by the beautiful girl swaying ahead of her, amazed that Buffy was still holding her hand as the two left the Bronze and wove their way across town, ending up blocks away from UC Sunnydale.

The slayers were both very drunk and feeling mischievous, playfully flirting with a smattering of college boys who were staggering home from a party, in full view of the boys' equally smashed girlfriends.

Buffy, normally serious, laughed and giggled, dismissing the threats of the older girls as she pulled Faith into a too bright convenience store.

They broke apart then. Faith whispered in Buffy's ear about making a "special" purchase, asking the older girl if she could keep the old man who owned the store occupied for a minute.

Buffy threw Faith a suspicious look, cottoning onto what Faith was about to do, unsure but not wanting to ruin the exuberant mood Faith was in.

Buffy nodded her head agreeing to her part in the scheme. She gave Faith a wink and sashayed to the front of the store.

Faith kept her eye on the other girl, or rather on her butt, for a moment and whistled low as she saw straight as an arrow Buffy lean provocatively, perky B-cups first, closer to the man behind the register, trying to convince him if she, "Please? Please? Please?", could have the hard pack of Marlboros behind him.

Faith finally tore her eyes away from Buffy and crept to the back of the store where the alcohol was.

In a well practiced move, she stayed low, out of the way of the security mirrors overhead as she looked for something good to steal. She passed a row of expensive vodka and whisky that she normally would have snatched but she wanted something that Buffy would drink too and judging from the fruity drinks the girl had at the Bronze a fifth of something strong enough to burn her throat wouldn't do.

She rounded an end cap and found herself in the aisle that began the wine section. For a dumpy 24 hour store on the edge of a college campus the store had a surprisingly wide selection she thought. She moved through the aisle and grinning stopping in front of a shelf full of Japanese wines. She looked around once more and deftly grabbed a bottle of plum wine, scurrying to the front of the store.

She kept the bottle close to her side as she casually exited, returning Buffy's wink as she passed her. Once outside she ran down the block to an alley and waited for Buffy to join her.

Some minutes passed and Faith began to worry that old guy had more going on upstairs than it seemed and Buffy got caught. Faith took a step out of the alley ready to save her friend when something jumped onto her back snatching the bottle of sweet wine out of her hand.

"So what did we get?" Buffy asked as she held up the bottle to what little light shone in the alley, trying to read the label.

Faith thought the way Buffy's screwed up her face as she tried to pronounce the unfamiliar words was adorable beyond belief. "CHOI-yah OO-mee-shoo?" Buffy tried.

"Wu-MAY-shoo", Faith said taking the bottle out of Buffy's hand and opening it. Taking a swig she handed the bottle back to the other girl. "It's good shit B. Try it." Faith offered.

Buffy took a huge gulp of the alcohol smiling broadly as the sweet wine buoyed her inebriation.

"God this is great. You should have taken two. Or a case." she brightly amended. "Seriously that guy at the counter was a total pedophile. You could have stolen half the store and he wouldn't have known."

Faith lunged to take the bottle back but Buffy eluded her. "Hey! No fair. Puff, puff, pass, B. Quit hogging the goods."

Buffy ignored her. She crossed the street and began walking towards the campus. She shouted back to Faith, waving the bottle in front of her. "If you want some…" Buffy singsonged as she emphasized the word 'some' "…you have to catch me."

Buffy took off, drunk but still able to sprint, disappearing into the shadows leaving Faith dumbfounded.

Faith laughed as she tore after the blonde streaking through the campus. Crossing a large plaza Faith cut quickly between two buildings and ended up at one of the school's food courts.

She stopped running sensing that Buffy was nearby. "Yo, B! Stealing is wrong you know." Faith shouted as she backed cautiously past the closed campus gaming arcade.

She was just about to pass the arcade's photo booth when an arm shot out of the machine and pulled Faith inside.

Faith fell sideways nearly doing a face plant into the cleavage of a chuckling Buffy, who was still getting up close and personal with the purloined wine.

Aroused, Faith quickly pushed herself away steadying herself enough to take the now much lighter bottle out of Buffy's hand.

The older Faith sitting in Giles' office paused. She was feeling lightheaded, like she was young and horny and drunk all over again as she looked at the photos. Her vision blurred a bit, her conscious mind trying to make a strong case that passing out was better than continuing down memory lane.

She hadn't thought about that night in years. The prison quality therapy hadn't been worth a whole hell of a lot but it had taught her not to dwell on bad things. That night definitely was a bad thing, even more horrible than the blood drenched night that followed not long after, though at the time she would have said it was the best night of her life.

The red tones in the photos mocked her as though she should have known they foreshadowed something sinister was coming. Her fight to drag herself away from the denouement of that night failed, as her flailing mind sank again drowning her in the past.

The first things her memory chose to call up were the bright colors in the booth. The light had hurt her eyes a bit, when the pain receded enough that she could open her eyes more she still couldn't understand where she was.

"It's Chinese I think." Buffy said pointing to the fluorescent pink Korean characters that lined the display in front of them.

"I don't care what the fuck it is. It's makin' my eyes bleed." Faith complained.

"Stop being so dramatic F." Buffy chided as she dug through her jeans pulling out a wad of bills.

"The fuck are you doing?" Faith demanded sitting up more downing some of the wine that was left.

Buffy shrugged, "I want to take pictures."

"Do you even know what you're buying for…" Faith squinted searching for and finally finding a price label somewhere in the foreign writing, "…four dollars? Holy shit!"

"It's my money or actually my mom's money." Buffy said defending herself as she stuffed the bills into the slot. "Besides, the drinks at the Bronze cost just as much."

"B we didn't buy those drinks," Faith corrected remembering the reason she and Buffy invited the throng of guys to dance with them. "The big E has a photo thing too and it's free. Well it's free if you know how to kick it just right."

Buffy paused looking at the menu describing which theme the photos would be in. She chose one and held her finger just in front of the button that would start the picture taking.

She turned to Faith and asked the girl if she was ready. Faith waived a hand dismissively and Buffy punched the button.

FLASH!…pause…FLASH!…pause…FLASH!…pause…FLASH!…pause…FLASH!

There was a soft whirring sound and a second later a strip of photos popped out of a slot.

Buffy grabbed the photos and pleased with the result squealed like a little girl who had gotten everything she had wanted for her birthday.

Faith took the photos out of Buffy's hand and examined them.

Buffy had chosen the friendship theme. Each of the sharp photos had some overly happy text in one corner saying inane things like "BEST FRIENDS 4 EVER!!" and "FRIENDS RULE!!" in fluorescent colors so intense that Faith thought the manufacturer intended for the slogans to be burned into the retina, making sure that you never EVER forgot that you and your friend were "2 HOT 2 4GET!!". Good God.

Buffy, of course, had a gorgeous alcohol-enhanced cheerleader perfect smile in each of the photos. Faith's heavy lidded sneering look wouldn't go with any pom-pom waving but fit perfectly with the upraised middle finger she pulled out for each picture.

Buffy was so happy with the outcome, she'd put four more dollars into the machine to take more pictures, before Faith knew it.

"Oh come on B." Faith whined pulling Buffy away from pressing anything. "These pictures are frickin' lame. Let's go back to your house. I'll let you braid my hair or whatever. Anything. This sucks."

The hurt look Buffy gave Faith battered the walls around Faith's heart. Faith squirmed as the other girl's lower lip stuck out in a pout and her eyes began to fill with tears. Faith sighed and let go of Buffy conceding defeat.

"Ok. Ok. Don't fucking cry." Faith said annoyed downing the last of the wine. "One more then let's go, alright?"

Faith jeered at Buffy as Buffy's tears miraculously cleared up faster than they had appeared.

Buffy grabbed Faith pulling her closer as she pushed another one of the buttons starting the torture again.

One more photo became four as Buffy's mom's money allowed them to try out more of the silly themes on offer. Nearly twenty minutes later the girls had a blue filtered sea themed set of photos as well as a vacation themed one complete with little sandcastles and beach balls imprinted on the paper. They took those after the sepia toned one, with the word "WANTED!!" in old timey lettering framing their faces.

By the end of their little photo session Faith wasn't as annoyed as she had been when they started. Buffy got happier and more cuddly with each new set of photos and that definitely didn't suck. Faith put her middle finger away and actually began to smile halfway into the photo snapping.

Faith noticed that there was one last theme they hadn't tried as Buffy moved forward to insert more bills into the machine.

Faith tilted her head, confused putting a hand on the girl's wrist to stop her. "Hey B." Faith said, "You might wanna stop now."

"Why?" Buffy asked briefly looking back at Faith, unsure why she stopped her.

Faith shook her head, feeling the reason was obvious. "B. Look." Faith said pointing at the last theme on the display.

The arrow pierced hearts above the heart shaped start button were deep almost blood red easily communicating in any language what kind of photos the customer would get if they pressed the button.

Buffy shrugged at Faith, moving forward and putting another four dollars into the machine.

Faith was surprised. She thought for sure Buffy would have realized what she was about to do and stopped immediately.

"B, come on. Let's go." Faith suggested. "That's more for you and your boy."

"Faith it's no big deal." Buffy said as she finished stuffing the last of the bills in the bill acceptor. "Besides Angel can't take pictures anyway."

Faith's hatred of Angel flared in that moment. She had hoped that it was more than the alcohol that was making Buffy more adventurous. Faith wounded, scoffed at the girl retorting under her breath "That's not the only thing he can't do."

Buffy whipped around, eyes narrowed dangerously, "What did you just say?"

Faith struggled to answer, pinned down by those green eyes that seemed to take on a paler colder hue as Buffy stared her down. "Uh, I was just saying…" Faith started unable to work her way out of what she'd implied.

"Who told you that?" Buffy practically screeched.

Faith held up her hands trying to diffuse the situation. "Look B it doesn't matter. Let's just take the pictures and I'll walk you home."

Happy giggly Buffy was now officially gone. Buffy's face was from the alcohol and her anger and Faith silently hoped that Buffy could regain some of her famous self-control.

Faith was wrong.

"I want to know who told you and I want to know what gives you the right to say something like that?" Buffy practically growled.

Faith was angry herself now. It wasn't like she was lying. "Xander alright! Xander told me. You act like that's some sort of secret." Faith continued crossing her arms bitterly, "And don't get pissy with me because you didn't trust me enough to share. If you had told me in the first place I wouldn't have had to get it from him."

Buffy turned from Faith then, real tears making their way down her eyes. She tried to control her emotions but the night of drinking and all she had gone through in the last few months with Angel caught up with her. She began to feel claustrophobic sitting in the tiny booth suffocating because of Faith's hurt feelings and her own guilt.

"I didn't mean to…" Buffy started unable to continue for a moment as her breath caught.

"Spare me. The rest of us have to watch you mope around over this guy and you completely shut us out. Quit the fucking crying already." Faith ordered cutting Buffy off.

"You just don't understand." Buffy stated like that was all the explanation needed for how she'd betrayed her friends.

"What am I supposed to understand, B? The fact that you can't fuck him?" Faith challenged. "No you're right that I don't understand. I don't understand why you keep puttin' yourself and everybody else and hell even Angel through this shit."

Shocked, Buffy's jaw dropped. Faith sat there defiant daring Buffy to tell her that she was wrong.

"He loves me. That's all that matters and I really don't give a shit if you or anyone else likes it." Buffy said defending her relationship.

Faith laughed. "Oh my God! You cursed. What was "shit" on your word-a-day calendar this morning or are you pissed off because you know I'm right?"

"Screw you." Buffy said gathering up her purse moving to bolt out of the booth.

Faith snorted, shooting out her hand to latch on Buffy's arm. "Would that help to take the edge off because I'm thinking at this point you gotta be hella tight." Faith sneered pulling Buffy back down.

Buffy swung at Faith, her fist connecting just under the other girl's chin. It was solid punch but Buffy was drunk so the blow didn't have the impact she'd intended.

Faith took the hit and shoved Buffy back against the inside of the booth.

Faith held the Buffy down getting into the other girl's face so Buffy would hear exactly what she had to say.

"You are the most selfish bitch I've ever met." Faith told her. Buffy snuck an arm in between them grabbing a fistful of Faith's shirt trying to pry the other girl off of her.

Faith didn't even notice Buffy's struggling as she continued, "You got all these people fallin' over themselves to help you, risking their fucking lives for you and you can't even save them some grief by keeping them away from your bullshit.

You know I got to see Angel. And he doesn't seem like a bad guy for a bloodsucker. I bet he knows. I bet he does." Faith taunted. "I bet he dumps your ass because you might get off torturing the people around you but from what I heard he's past that kinda crap."

Buffy's struggling got more frantic with every word. Her legs joined in the effort to dislodge Faith, but Faith just rode out that wave of violence too.

"And you know what, you are so fucking selfish that you won't recognize that he's doing it because he loves you. You can't see love in anybody. You don't know what it is."

Buffy started crying again as she whimpered out, "I do know what love is."

"Really princess? Really? Show me. Come on. I'll let you prove it." Faith goaded lifting off of the girl and reaching out her arm punching the heart shaped button.

Faith was rocketed back to the present for a moment, her heart racing and her breathing heavy. She could hear faintly, as though it was working from some great distance, the ticking of the Giles' clock signaling that only seconds had passed since she started reminiscing. It felt like an hour. Faith was gripping the photo strip so tight in her shaking hands that she expected it to start ripping.

The ticking of the clock hypnotized her once more returning her to that place from a long time ago as she sat mesmerized, her dark brown eyes moving through the photos in the series.

FLASH!

LOVE U?? LOVE U NOT??

The two girls were in a face off. Buffy face was flushed with her eyes puffy as her outstretched hand maintained its grip on Faith. The younger girl also red-faced loomed over Buffy defiant; readying herself to return the punch that she just knew was coming.

FLASH!

U R THE 1 4 ME!!

Buffy and Faith were locked together in an embrace that looked like a decent substitution for a punch. Buffy's hand still gripped Faith's shirt as Faith fell forward covering Buffy's body with her own.

FLASH!

KISSES FOR U!!

Faith's face was obscured in the photo because she had it buried in Buffy's neck, the lavender scent that she found there that making her suck harder. One of Faith's hands was on Buffy's breast squeezing forcefully. Buffy's eyes were closed as she arched into Faith's grasp. The photo couldn't convey it but Faith recalled the breathy moan that escaped the girl beneath her as she pressed herself against any part of Buffy she could touch.

FLASH!

WANT U 2 WANT ME!!

They were kissing now, Buffy's tongue sneaking out to meet Faith's. The hand that had been clutching Faith's shirt was tangled in Faith's hair. Buffy's other hand was on Faith's ass. Buffy's legs were splayed open as much as she could in the cramped booth. Faith rose up further, pressing a knee hard into Buffy's crotch. Faith remembered how the booth started to rock. Faith felt the plastic bench where it was attached to the back of the booth starting to crack.

FLASH!

BE MINE 4 EVER!!

The pictures stopped mercifully at the moment where Faith's hand grasped at the fly of Buffy's jeans. Faith's brain, however, had been tormenting her all day, not caring what new agony it could dredge up to hurt her more.

Her memory unhelpfully supplied an echo of the aching feeling that had fluttered through her which starting at her heart, nearly stopped the beat of that organ, before shooting straight to her pussy as three of her fingers slid into Buffy. And God, 'Buffy was tight', Faith had thought as she pounded into Buffy determined to erase Buffy's memory of Angel or anyone else the girl might have ever wanted in her life. Faith had been absolutely relentless that night continuing to fuck Buffy even when the bench finally did give way and they fell onto the hard floor below.

Faith climbed out of the trance she had been in. Her mind's fever broken she recalled the rest of the night in pieces. The semi-awkward rearranging of clothes. The totally awkward and really long silent walk back to Buffy's house. The surprising gentle kiss on the cheek the other girl gave her when they reached her front door.

That night had changed everything for Faith doing the worst thing in the world for a girl like her that had lived so long with nothing. It had given her hope. It also made it so much harder the next day when she saw Buffy at the school and Buffy wasn't angry or weirded out at all. Buffy seemed to be way too comfortable when she complained about her hangover and teasingly asked Faith if she slipped something in her drink. Buffy didn't even have a hickey.

Faith thought that Buffy threw the photos away and didn't remember or just didn't care. After a period of madness she'd eventually learned to accept it.

She couldn't have been more wrong. Buffy knew and she'd known for nearly seven years.

Buffy had played her again.

'The fucking bitch' is what Faith thought. What came out of her mouth though was a whimper. The kind of sound that, if she heard it coming from someone else, would make her dismiss them as some sort of fool.

"Fuck you." Faith said loud enough for everyone to hear. "Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you!" She crumpled the photos in her hand.

Standing up abruptly, almost knocking her chair over, she tried to regain some of her cool.

Her shame-rouged face turned to Giles, "I don't know why you wanted me here. Right now I don't give a rat's ass."

She strode across the room and grabbed the handle of the heavy oak door.

The sound of the metal twisting filling the room, she flung the door open saying finally, "I'm gone."