My husband bounded out of bed at an amazing speed then stopped suddenly in the hallway. It was 3:45 AM and the doorbell abruptly aroused us from our slumber.
From his inactivity in the hallway, I could tell he was dazed and not sure why he was standing instead of laying in the bed. I called to him, "Go open the guest bedroom window (upstairs) and see what they want." Adrenaline was pumping in my veins and I knew it was in his, too.
He opened the window and in his most macho gruff voice he yelled, "What do you want?!"
A man was standing there on his cell phone wanting to know if Serena lived here.
Needless to say, it took us a while to go back to sleep. Later John told me that he had hesitated at the top of the stairs wondering if he should take a weapon to the door. He's my hero.