Time for a Change – Part 6
#7 of Time for a Change
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Jenny turned around and fumbled with the door handle, trying to keep her head down. Thankfully the cold meant there were few people on the street, but there were still enough to make her want to get back in as quickly as possible. She gave a little sob as the door refused to open and tried taking her shoulder to it as subtly as she could. Obviously the subtle shoulder-nudge did nothing other than dislodge some snow onto her head and make anyone who had not been looking her way turn to see what was going on.
Looking back over he shoulder she noticed a couple of people has stopped the fleeing carollers. They were pointing back in her direction. A few other people had phones out, either taking pictures of her or calling either the police or the Event hotline.
Seeing that, Jenny considered that she could just stay here for a moment and let the authorities come for her, as she had planned. But the idea of being stood out in the cold all that time, with people gawking at her, made her ears flatten to her head in embarrassment. She HAD to get back inside. It was unlikely anyone would follow her, so she could wait it out in the comfort of her own home.
With her mind made up she stepped away from the door and peered at her windows. On the plus side she was on the ground floor. On the down side, all her windows were double glazed and small; a security feature she had quite liked at the time. They were also slightly higher off the ground to prevent peeping, which made getting in more difficult.
With that thought she suddenly remembered that her bathroom window was at least partially opened. The shower had been left running in her initial panic for so long that she had cracked it open to air the place out. She ran around the side of the building, avoiding the gawkers, and looked up at the window. It was about three feet above her, and rather small.
She jumped for it, and missed, scraping her skin on the bricks. With an unladylike stream of expletives she tried again, this time managing to get a grip and climb up until she could grab the window. However it was too small an opening and she was not able to yank the window open from this angle. She considered what she could use for a lever to break the window a little more open, and slid back to the ground to look for a tool.
Jenny, numbed by the cold, did not notice a slight tingling sensation on her skin as she desperately wondered what to do. "How the hell am I supposed to get in there?" she muttered, flicking her gaze to the end of the street where a couple of curious people were watching her.