The doorbell to Avery's room rang a while later.

Avery heard it, but she did not feel like opening the door nor did she want to know who was on the other side.

She felt hollow. It was as if she was floating on the surface of a body of water but could not drown no matter how much she wanted to.

She wondered for a moment why she felt this hopeless. She wondered if she still harbored delusions about Elliot.

Despite all the times he had lied to her, she had never really learned her lesson.

Otherwise, she could have immediately left after he revealed his plan.

The doorbell continued to ring and it gave Avery a splitting headache.

She had a feeling that whoever was ringing the doorbell would not cease until she opened the door.

She held onto the edge of the bed for support, got to her feet, then dragged herself toward the door.

When she opened the door, a tall, familiar silhouette appeared before her.

The moment Avery saw Elliot, she took a step back on reflex.

"Avery! You got it