You creep around the skirting board, hoping that the ditz won't notice you if you move slowly. Her eyesight is based on movement, and all that...
Fat chance. Tina sees you as you near the doorframe, and you both make a dive across the floor in desperation.
You succeed in getting out of the room, but she succeeds in grabbing you. Her hand slams down on top of you, painfully grinding you against the tiles, and for an encore, her fingers curl around you, closing off any possible escape.
"What's going on here?" asks a female voice from somewhere far above.
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