(She hear a knock at her door, and checks the peep hole, see so anxious and paranoid, she takes a breath, then look, to sigh a breath of relief.) Oh, thank goodness, a friendly face. I thought you were Wesker, he's been stalking me. He keeps leaving messages, saying he want me to be his goddess, and it's freaking me out. I think he's been taking my things, and keeping them. I also feel like he's been taking photos of me, in the shower, and he comes to my job, while I'm giving lectures. (Sniffle)