She thinks she hears steps, but she can’t be sure if she really is or if she’s just imagining it. If she’s just hearing what she hopes to hear, which is just that there was someone else here.

And she feels just the slightest touch of anxiety - she doesn’t know if it was just the therm of the room, or if they really had figured out that her fear was being completely alone, being left behind, but either way she’s starting to get a bit worried.

“Hello?” she tries again, feeling around in the dark and hoping to find at least something solid. “Is anybody there?”