Freyr was petrified. What could have happened? She heard Indy yell for the man to 'keep your children safe' and that confounded her even more. She could only surmise that the banging on the other side of the door, the growling, now these alarmed cries meant Tiana was for some reason being inordinately violent. The emergency services weren’t going to be able to help so action would have to be swift and decisively enacted. Putting the house phone down gently on the breakfast counter, Freyr crossed the room and grabbed an art deco metal vase from a cabinet by the stairwell. She hefted it in her hand and felt the reassuring weight of it before 

Steeling herself, Freyr rushed back into the corridor where a cacophony of sound had long since shattered the relative calm. The first thing she noticed was that several other people had emerged from their flats and were staring dumbly at her. Putting them out of her mind for now, she ran up behind Indy and showed she was there with a quick tap from the metal vase. “What’s happening?” She asked the group, who didn’t seem to know. “She’s sick, we need to help her!” The woman cried, trying again to peel Indy away from the door. The door, Freyr noticed, had been kicked in and now hung loosely from one hinge. Through the gap that had appeared Freyr could see frenzied movement. 

“What the hell is she doing?”