Olivia's fingers tighten around Steve's as she swallows convulsively, looking around the unfamiliar space and trying to imagine how it must look to him. She'd never felt any connection to a particular place, not since her father died - never stayed in one place long enough, never trusted things not to change without warning, but for Steve...

"I'm sorry," she whispers. "We'll get out of here and go home, I promise, we just-"

Something thumps in the hall outside, and Olivia goes stiff immediately, holding her breath and staring intently at the door like a rabbit spotting a hound, wanting to run but with nowhere to go. Another thump and a crash, and a door down the hall slams open.

Don't be scared don't be scared don't be scared this isn't real it's okay it can't hurt you-

"We need to get out of here," she whispers.