"Where ARE you?"

Whitney's closet has an ancient cover for a light fixture. It's a glass square that bows down a little at the center, sustained only by a small screw driven through a hole at its lowest point. This leaves the pointed edges vicariously vulnerable to hit your forehead if you were 7 feet tall. Or, say, if you happen to throw a bag up on to and already crowded (but organized) shelf just adjacent to it.The backpack didn't maintain it's footing on the shelf and fell down maliciously snagging one of the glass corners of the light fixture. It was spliced diagonally and came crashing down onto Whitney's head cutting her and making an extremely loud crashing sound. About the same time Whitney whimpered, Brady, asleep on a nearby bed got up abruptly from his slumber(in superhuman speed) and searched frantically with his eyes as to where Whitney could be. As we all know, sleep has a tendency of meddling with our spacial reality and finally Brady yelled out, "Where ARE you?" Only to find she was 3 feet away. (Acting in his defense there was a curtain separating his view, so it's a totally understandable folly.)