She hides in the bathroom.
Two hours go by with constant banging on the door. She tires to sleep but it is impossible. She’s safe behind the bathroom door. She has a blanket and pillow, not the first time that she was this tired. Tired without sleep, without rest. Unsure of where she will go. What she will do but tomorrow is another day and the bathroom floor is cold even through the blanket. As is the world, cold.