Jill felt something cold run right through her.

She'd been in town for, what? An hour? Two? And she was being summoned to the police station with a story no sane person would believe. All the cities she'd drifted through since leaving home, and she'd never so much as sneezed in a police officer's direction.

She trailed obediently after the sheriff, but glanced around to make sure that her unnamed rescuer was following suit. She barely knew him, but she still knew him better than anyone else here. At the very least, they could corroborate each other's stories. 

The redheaded woman, she didn't recognize, though her voice was familiar. Jill felt her throat close in the face of the stranger's grief, convinced before she opened her mouth that she was going to say the wrong thing. Heart pinching, she explained, "Whatever happened, I was stuck in the bathroom for most of it. I was the one yelling." She swallowed. "You…you were the one trying to help me, weren't you?"