My husband described me this scenario.
WHen he uses he is either at our old house, now vacant besides a bed and some staples in the fridge and a bar of soap, or at a buddies hotel room.
His DOC crack
He says picture him paranoid. thick blankets covering all windows. All is calm quiet he's geting high, out of no where someone (me) bangs on teh door or calls ringing the phone off the hook. His first instinct RUN, HIDE, the world is coming to an end.
MY BIL has told me of the phone ringing and them both diving under the bed in fear.
I once had a hotel manager open the room door, worried too since a beautiful woman was outside and he not answering. I found him white as a ghost, terrified hiding behind the bathroom door-looking like he'd seen a ghost.
That is why he didnt answer