So Tara Summer did not continue.
Moreover, in her current condition, it was not only difficult to crash through a locked door but even to open it.
It would be better to conserve her strength for when help arrived, or when the drug's effects wore off and her body no longer felt so heavy and weak that she could rescue herself.
She leaned against the door, her mind muddled, drifting in and out of consciousness, unaware of how much time had passed when suddenly a piercing bang rang in her ears.
Tara startled but only paused for a moment before realizing someone had come.
With furrowed brows, she pressed her ear against the door, listening to the noise outside, unsure of who it might be. Her heart was in her throat, fearing it was Carter and his crew returning to dash her hopes.
However, the sounds outside didn't seem to match that scenario.
Tara clung to the door, her cheek pressed tightly against the panel, holding her breath to listen closely.
