Some things have a way of resurfacing at inconvenient times. An old hypnosis trigger activated mid conversation, or an old colleague arriving at your door in the pouring rain.

Georgina cracked open the door only a smidge. Just enough to see you, dishevelled and soaked. She started, and slammed the door in your face. It took another long moment for her to open it again.

You were still there, of course, though maybe now a little startled by her reaction.

"What are you doing here?"

She hisses through the crack of her door, clearly skeptical of you.