Heart racing. Shallow, panicked breaths. Breathe. Come on. Slowly, quietly. Breathe. ... Crouched, hiding behind the door. Below the shattered glass panel. Can't close it completely - too noisy. He'd hear. Course he would. ... Definitely a 'he'? Yes, you idiot. The silhouette. Beard, remember? Long, bushy beard. ... Who is it? Dunno. Think! Get those fucking brain cells moving. Ehm ... No. Don't know anyone with a beard. Do I? It's been so long. Could be anybody. Can't remember the last time I s