Panel 1: Denise stands inside her bedroom, near her door, her hands on her hips.
Jennifer [through the door]: I need to get in there, Denise.
Denise: I'm busy contemplating my own mortality.
Panel 2:
Jennifer: Did you put a deadbolt on my door?
Denise: It's my door now, and yes, of course I did. Why didn't you?
Panel 3:
Jennifer: You need to let me in now.
Denise: That is incorrect, sir.
Panel 4:
Rose: Technically speaking, sure, but I'm still going to break down the door.
Denise: Well, crap.
Alt-Text: Jennifer was only conducting terrifying time-travel experiments in her room. Why would she have needed a deadbolt?
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