Her dream pressed on to the moment she slammed her attic bedroom door. Antonin was only steps behind her, shouting about her failures. He stood on the other side of the door making it clear that he wasn't done with her lesson. She didn't care if he broke the door down or blasted it off its hinges. Thirty seconds without seeing his face was all she needed. A minute alone and she could recharge her senses enough to the point that she could continue.