Clarice’s blood ran frigid at the sound of a knock at the door. The Germans were back! The feminine voice that called out was odd, and she almost missed what she had said. Was it a ruse? It wouldn’t have been anyone else they knew coming to check on them. They would have used the secret knock and waited at least another hour. No, something wasn’t right. Clarice slowly removed the kettle as she gave Doc an uncertain look. She silently gestured to the floor boards again, asking if she needed to go back in. A wave of relief washed over her as Doc held up a hand to her, making his way wearily to the door. She wouldn’t have to squish in with the dead monster. No, it was Henry, he was a good man, Clarice reminded herself. 
 
[i]"Bonjour. I'm a friendly. Tout le monde est-il bien? I'm a medic if you need help."[/i]
 
Doc opened up the eye hole once more, glaring through. Clarice found herself moving closer to the door when he didn’t say anything right away. After careful deliberation though, the old man let out a sigh before starting to unlock the door. “Petit chaton, wipe your face,” he nagged. It was only then that Clarice felt the warm sticky blood starting to dry on her face. She gingerly patted at her cheek with her hand, pulling away to see blood too dark to be human- Henry’s. As Doc opened the door just a crack, using his body to block entrance to the small house, Clarice busied herself at the sink, quickly washing away the night’s horrors. 
 
“We’re fine here. And you might be a friendly, but you're no friend. It’s much too late to visit non-friends. Go home now, out of this rain.” Doc was untrusting, he had to be. Right now it was just the woman, but if it was a trap, he knew he couldn’t do much to stop them and protect Clarice. It was better to be cautious than risk the entire resistance.
 
“Doc, who is it?” Clarice asked from the sink. Clarice was still young, and trusting. She’d rather help whoever it was, risking her life, than turning them away. That’s what the resistance was there for, wasn’t it? Helping those who had no one else? If they turned away everyone they didn’t know, their help would be limited. Clarice wanted to save everyone she could- help to turn around at least some of the injustices of the cruel world. 
 
“It’s no one. Now shh child,” Doc hissed harshly over his shoulder. Clarice knew he didn’t mean to be so hard, that he wasn’t really mad at her. But he still saw her as a child. And after tonight, she was sure that was even more true. She didn’t argue back though. This wasn’t Clarice’s home, she wasn’t only risking her life here. Instead she just pursed her lips and let out huff of air.