abby looks at herself in the mirror above the sink, then turns on the tap water. from a neighboring apartment we hear a dull rhythmic thumping on the wall. she pauses, listens for a moment, then starts to splash water on her face.
it is very small. abby presses her palms against the door and slowly eases her ear against the door to listen. the scraping in the apartment door lock continues. sweat streams down abby's face. she brushes a drop from her eye.
abby has drawn her head back from the bathroom window. she moves back to the door and braces herself against it.
visser looks around the cramped space. the shower curtain is drawn. he casually draws it back. the shower is empty.
visser lies on his back, his head underneath the bathroom sink.