Penelope's Perspective (Squatting on all Fours)

Ding-Dong.

...Still no answer. Alright, fi-- I-- let myself slump back to the ground and get more comfortable. My knees shift a bit and I have to work my feet to avoid tearing my dress, but it's a lot better than trying to stand up while I wait like some kind of skank.

I pout up at the unopened door.

Come on Paul, you've left me outside all night. Open the door already! I want inside: I am done out here. I swear, if one more new-age busybody slut strolls by and gives me a funny look for crawling around on all fours like a normal mother I am going to bite them! Open the door: I'm hungry!