the slammed door is the first announcement of jeannie’s presence as she ran into the room,  nicely brushed hair a pipe dream -- messed with dirt and apparently a twig (?) -- the heavy panting is the second give away as she presses her body up against the closed door.   ‘ you --     you have to help me barricade the door ! ‘ jeannie announced,     a desperate plea to any of the people she’s now apparently decided to lock in the room,   ‘  -- he’s coming -- god he’s gonna kill all of us. ‘   // @cfdickgrayson​