Lyle sat alone in his room, his mind racing as he stared at the blank ceiling above. His thoughts were clouded, filled with worry and unease. Suddenly, he heard a knock on the bedroom door, jolting him out of his reverie.

He sat up, his heart beating rapidly as he called out, "Who is it?"

A familiar voice came from the other side of the door. "It's me."

He relaxed somewhat, recognizing the sound of your voice. "Come in." he replied, his voice soft.