With the lasagna almost ready, Hayley chucked it into the oven and set the timer, then sat down on a vacant chair while it cooked. "So... What did Dickhead Anderson do? Did he leave while crying like a baby?" she asked, still slightly miffed about the incident, but less irritated about it thanks to her relatively positive encounter with Sarah. "I couldn't care less about the guy, but I hope he didn't wreck the apartment room in my absence." Pausing briefly, she noticed that her bedroom door, previously severed from its hinges, was now intact and as good as new. "And did something happen to the door? I remember that I mangled it when I heard that dick in the kitchen."