Katie looks as the storm flashes on, and the rain continues heavily, unfiltered. Her attention is drawn by a pained, stifled cry, and soft groans and whimpers from somewhere outside the door. She walks to the door, opening it curiously, just a crack. Her heart drops. She has to stifle a gasp of horror. A grievously wounded woman seems to be writhing and gasping in pain near the front door, her hand reaching for the door weakly in a desperate plea for help. She looks homeless too, not very well-dressed...

"Oh, shit---" She thinks: what was she to do in this situation?