Once the voices had faded away Nora had tried pounding on the door again and shouting for help. It was fruitless, she knew that. But it was better than sitting there doing nothing and crying. At least she was trying to do something that wasn't cowering in fear, although she was very afraid. But who wouldn't be after getting kidnapped? The drug was loosing its effect on her by the minute and she was pretty sure she would be able to stand steadily on her own soon. But for the moment Nora huddled against the door and pushed against it, fiddled with the knob, and tried everything she could think of the break it open. 

If only she was stronger. She slammed her palm against the door furiously one last time and then rested her head against it. If they came back later and opened the door she might be able to try and fight her way out. But right now she still felt a bit lightheaded from the drug. She closed her eyes and pressed her forehead against the metal door. Surely someone had seen something? The spot on the street had been very empty but someone had to have noticed a girl had been taken. Someone had to be looking for her.

At first Nora thought she was just hearing things. But the wheezing, grinding sound only got louder and she felt the air rush around her, blowing her long hair everywhere. Nora turned from her position on the floor and saw something fading in and out of existence on the other side of the little room. She felt her mouth fall open as it materialized more and more, and then she was staring at what looked like a blue wooden phone booth that said POLICE over the door. She was afraid to move, to touch it in order to prove to herself that it was solid and real. But she was just building up her courage to do something when the doors opened.

Light hit her in the eye and it blinded her. Nora squeezed her eyes shut to protect them from the sudden brightness, and wasn't sure she'd ever open them again until she heard a semi-familiar voice say hello. She carefully opened her eyes, letting them adjust to the light for a moment before finding the source of the voice. It was the woman from the street, with the cropped hair and the beeping gadget. Nora's eyes widened as she looked up at her and she opened her mouth, though no words came out. She sat there with her back against the door, completely speechless for a long moment. "Hello," was all Nora could say in response. The woman could make an entrance, she had to admit. First nearly knocking her into the street and now this box thing. Nora wanted to say something clever, but she didn't seem able to find her wits. "You, uh, certainly know how to make an impression."