She hadn't stayed the night at the bed and breakfast if only because she was concerned for her best friend. The girl had been upset enough to leave without warning, and while it was tempting to burst into her room to find out what was going on, she knew sometimes Teagan needed her privacy to process what was happening. Certainly Melanie was pissed at Scott for everything. How could she not be? Melanie had seen Teagan upset before, but never to this degree-- never heartbroken. It was damn near all she could think about as she left the bed and breakfast and settled back into her apartment.
She heard sounds coming from her best friend's room, however, so she had comfort in the fact that she was home at the very least. Any texts she sent her went unanswered, so she supposed she needed room; it wasn't as if Teagan hesitated to seek her out when she was upset, after all. Yet the longer time stretched on, the more Melanie felt concerned. Soon enough the sun had set and it was well into nighttime. She sat in the living room, waiting patiently for her friend to open up to her, fortunately unaware of the horror that was happening just in the next room.
Eventually she was tired, however. Eventually she passed out right there on the couch, still waiting up for Teagan if she so desired to talk. She'd sent her a text telling her just that, too-- that she'd be waiting in the living room-- but if she got a text back she hadn't seen it. There she was, sprawled out across the couch, comfy as she could be as she snoozed, when she heard a sound that woke her up.
Had she been a little less delirious, she might have realized it was just ice falling into a cup, hardly a sound that warranted her panic. As it was she shot up to see a tall silhouette in the dark wandering about the kitchen, most decidedly not her roommate. She rose quietly, creeping across the kitchen, heart pounding in her chest as she prepared herself for attack. Without warning she hit him in all the places she'd learned, his body doubling over as she shrieked: "Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my kitchen?!"