Jenny darts to the side door that leads into the garage, yanking it open and swinging herself inside then slamming it closed behind her. She slaps on the light to find the chair by the tool table and jams it up under the knob. She's not a second too soon, as the door begins to rattle and then vibrate as Crazy Tom pounds on it and shakes it, trying to get it open.

Jenny runs to her car, punching in the code on the driver's handle to open it, then hops in and slams the door shut, pounding the lock down. She grabs the keys from the sun visor and twists them in the ignition, the engine rumbling to life. Then she grabs the garage door remote from the center console and jabs the button. The light blinks, but the door doesn't move or make a sound. She hits it again, then again, but still nothing happens. She looks up through the windshield at the door motor. Frayed wires are splitting and sticking out, and she freezes at the sight. Someone has sabotaged it.

The door is still rattling, and the chair has been knocked out a few inches. The door cracked open now, Tom's gray fingers wrap around the edge of the door.