A knock at the door, who could it be...?

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It had been almost an hour since Crane had left. Ivy had calmed down from her laughing fit and showered, but hadn't bothered to get dressed yet.  She was still lounging in her silk robe, red hair drying in the sun coming through her large bedroom window. It was a knock at her bedroom door that shook her out of her reverie. Harley didn't knock, so it had to be Jonathan again.

With a sigh, she fluidly rose from her chair by the window and made her way to the door. She spoke as she opened it, slowly, "Honestly, Jonathan, you can't wait a few more hours----"

...An unexpected visitor