[They watch you and clamor amongst themselves, looking back and forth and squinting. They can't seem to understand what you're pantomiming, as if they're only catching glimpses of you through a terrible reflection.]

[However, when you take the door in hand, pull hard, then suddenly wrench it free and sending the door slamming back against the wall with all the drama this moment feels like it requires, all their eyes fly open in surprise.]

[They run to the door, clawing and scraping at it with their fingertips until, all of them working together, they fling the door open wide.]

[Matty looks at the door, where everyone is fleeing, looks at you... then comes to press his face against the window. He has to go, but he wants to look at you, at least once, before he goes.]