Wait...

"Wait a minute," Rachel thought to herself, "I never locked my door after my trip to the store. Which means..."

Oh God no! Someone was in her apartment and doing who knows what! Even more panicked, Rachel banged on the door and heard footsteps shuffling inside her living room.

"Open up or I'm calling the cops!"

She heard the footsteps coming into her bedroom and her window open. Oh no!

"What are you doing with my window?" she could have sworn her drawers were being opened, but she couldn't stomach the thought as the crowd continued around her.

After a while, she heard the footsteps walk up to her door, turn a little knob, and bolt off in the opposite direction. Rachel slammed the door open, made sure to slam it shut, and made a mad dash to catch the intruder, but he(?) was too fast, running into her bedroom and jumping out the window just as she made it in the bedroom.

"I'm calling the cops, you son of a bitch!" she yelled out of the window, still naked as the day she was born.

"I did you a favor!" came the reply as the black-clad figure darted down the sidewalk. Rachel took a deep breath and closed her bedroom window, assessing the damage.