Frank peered through the doorway. The laptop was on his sister's bed. She was on the bed too, sleeping in her casket position. He noted the straightest path to the bed. He'd have three seconds once he pushed open the door to grab the laptop and run.
Frank rehearsed his actions until he was confident he could get in and out quickly. His sister snorted; that was his signal to go. He pushed open the door and took the first step, only to be met with her finger pointing directly at his face, her bloodshot eyes wide open.
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