Caitlyn's attention was plastered on her phone, headphones in, blasting music. She couldn't even hear the beating noise emerging from the front door, growing even louder after every knock. Eventually, she heard the racket developing from the front door. She rolled her eyes in annoyance and took out her headphones. She rested her phone on the kitchen bench as she rose from her chair in irritation as she barged to the front door. She growled in rage, "I'm coming! I'm coming! Hold your horses!". She reached the door handle and sighed in annoyance, she swung open the door to see that nobody was there. Her eyes narrowed, as she began to close the door, until something spotted her eye.