The second voice in the room is not what Matt would call an unwelcome surprise. He freezes instantly, back half-turned to the emerging woman and encircled by the bits of shattered lamp. Why hadn't he heard her shuffling around? Sensed her heartbeat? Smelled the remnants of where she's been on the clothes she's wearing? Something. The world around him feels cold and empty, and Matt is absolutely not okay.

"I'm fine, it's fine." Is she in on this somehow? He holds up a wary hand, like he means to shoo her off. "Who are you?"