“Sloane?” Allison hurries down the hallway, hoping she had remembered the room number right. Otherwise this would be very embarrasing. She finally gets to room 102 and starts banging on the door, much too urgently for it to be socially acceptable. It doesn’t matter though, she needs help and she needs it now. “SLOANE! Are you in there? It’s Allison! You have to let me in, it’s very important!” She waits impatiently for the door to open, and all she wants to do is scream at the top of her lungs. Considering their earlier transaction, she’s aware that she looks like a mad pill addict, and right now she’d honestly prefer that scenario. In tears, Allison knocks on the door a bit louder, waiting for the world’s longest moment to be over.