Panic

Panic hadn't so much gripped her chest as it was lightly pushing into it. She knew she was safe and alone, and this the sounds she thought she was hearing must be-

There it was again.

She looked around, and for lack of options, picked up a heavy book about the fall of the Roman Empire.

She slowly approached the door, and when it opened, she screamed, closed her eyes, and swung.

On one hand, the fact it made the figure fall like the Empire was pretty impressive.

But considering who the figure was, panic got round to gripping.

Hard.