Knotley turns his head towards the sound of the door, and comes to the conclusion Doll hoped he would: that she'd run downstairs instead of continuing to be trapped and chased around. Livid, he oozes down into one of the shadows under a table, darts across the floor, and pops up again to wrench open the stairwell door and continue the 'chase'.

Doll has tucked herself on an empty shelf behind a book cart. She's laying there, shaking and quietly crying while she flattens her hair over her eye. He'll come for her again sometime, she's not sure when, but nowhere is safe apparently.