"Linda...unlock the door," Mikey said. "You're worrying me."
Linda got up. Mikey didn't know what was going on...if she was in his place, she'd be worried too...but, part of her wanted to stay in here.
She paused. Mikey only believed he was an adult...he wasn't really one. She could convince him...get through to him. She looked at herself in the mirror again. She looked like she'd been crying...her face was certainly flushed.
"Linda, if you don't open this door right now, I'm getting the toolbox..." Mikey said.
"No!" She insisted.
"I'm going to give you till the count of five," Mikey said. He started counting down... "Five...four..." in between four and three, the timbre of Mikey's voice started to change, deepening. "Three..."
"Wait...I'll open the...door," Linda's voice cracked suddenly, shooting in the opposite direction.
"I'm still counting, Linda," Mikey said, his voice growing more unnerving to her.
Linda shuddered and opened the door a crack and peeked out.
