[Wanda looks out the spyhole and every muscle tenses. Weirdly, the light out in the hallway starts to flicker a little. She quietly orders Fozzie to his crate but leaves it open. When she opens the door, her expression is cold, wary and haunted, and the lights in her room are flickering a lot and swaying.]

[She tries to keep her voice even. Of course he's here, of course he would have a boundary set in front of him and immediately push it over. Of course.]

What do you want?