You crouch at your bedroom window, peering out, just enough to see into the backyard.
He's out there.
You fall away from the window. He can't know you're here. Maybe, if there's no sign of you, he'll give up, and -
Downstairs, the front door unlatches. Your heart jumps into your throat. You can hear his boots walk across the floor and up the stairs.
There's nowhere to run. No chance of fighting. Your only hope is to hide. You have to choose quickly.