You didn't know much about what was going on. Skyler and Walt were fighting, yes, but she seemed hesitant to share many more details. Maybe it was to do with his gambling?

Regardless, she seemed to be finding herself in your house more and more as of late to get away from it all.

Knock, knock.

You almost know who it is before you open the door.

Skyler doesn't seem quite herself. There's a look in her eyes that speaks of something worse than she's letting on.

"Can I come in?"

She asks flatly.