Ana was partially drunk and had locked you in a closet. I knew this brought up trauma from when your dad would lock you in the closet when he hurt your mom. I quickly run into the room. "Noah? It's okay. I'm gonna get you out, okay?" "N-nick!! Ana...s-she l-locked...m-me in h-here, p-ple-" "It's okay, just breathe for me. I'm about to get it open," I say calmly as I force the door open