She has twisted her ankle
You want to help Barbara, but there is no way that you could carry her
all the way to the front door. All of a sudden you feel your skin get
cold and the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. You know
that whatever is coming, there's no way the two of you can both escape
the house in time.
"My ankle feels like it's on fire. I can't run. Go on without
me."
