Fortunately, I had some semblance of a back-up plan. The closet was fairly large, large enough to require a light...which no longer had a bulb in it. Said bulb was in my hand. I myself was hidden behind some clothes. Not the best hiding place, but I had a theory.
Given Flonne's current mental state, she may be too worked up to deduce that I am indeed in the closet. Upon opening the door, she may see that I wasn't there, get frustrated and storm off. She wasn't thinking clearly, after all. It was a slim chance...but all I had as the door opened and Flonne's hands gripped the door frame like she was ready to tear it off.
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