With a huff, she took a step back. It was just a door. It could be picked, forced, bypassed. It was just an obstacle. She took a breath and decided to be civil. The phantom could be nothing more than a vision, a delusion. She hadn't slept. She hadn't eaten. Her night was spent with a heavy beat in her head and smoke in her eyes. Maybe it was someone else. He was dead after all. She was at the funeral. She had seen the cold stare and the un-moving lips. Maybe it was wishful thinking. It had been so long ago. A whole other life...
Her hand settled on the door, as if feeling for his presence. It was cold to the touch. Was it worth it to try? As her thoughts washed over her and her doubts gnawed at the pit of her stomach, fear threatened to pull her under. But as it did, her default setting switched on. Danger was nothing to death. Her fist beat loudly against the door. "Is someone there? Let me in!" she shouted, "I... I lost my key!" Her fist fell away as her knuckles turned red. She turned to the intercom and began pressing buttons. "Hello? I lost my key, can someone let me in?"