The loud, unexpected banging on the door startled Amy awake from her nap. She rubbed her face in frustration when a familiar voice demanded she opened the door, and it only took her a few seconds to realize who it was.

"I don't want anything to do with you!" she shouted, sitting up on the bed as a wave of anger suddenly hit her. Regardless of the fact that she was wearing her pajamas—a plain white t-shirt and light blue shorts—Amy stomped across the small room until she reached the door and opened it just the slightest bit, the sheer weight of it throwing her off guard.

"Unless you have a work-related message to relay, your best bet is to turn around and go back wherever you came from," she said, her voice not as loud as before but nonetheless carrying the same level of hate. She had honestly assumed that Arex was dead, but now that she found out that wasn't the case, she couldn't help but feel even more contempt towards the man.

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