There is no back door

Amy finally got to the rear of the house and discovered what she knew all along -- there wasn't a back door.

"Okay. Let's recap, Amy. You're outside, you're wearing a soaking wet white crop-top as a shirt, a soaking wet ripped crop-top as pants. You're locked out of your house. There's a man in your apartment. You have no keys, no clothes, no nothing." She sighed. "Fortunately, there's no one out here, so that's at least something."

She walked back toward the front of the house. She realized that whenever she got back into the building, it would likely be through the front. Maybe Jason would come looking for her.

Instead, she heard the sound of a car. She covered up her breasts with one hand and held the wet and ripped second shirt with her other hand. The car was approaching, and it sounded like it was slowing down. "Oh no, don't stop, don't stop!" But not only was the car set to stop ... it pulled into the driveway!