It's about nine o'clock Sunday morning. A lot has happened.
After her first visit to the tomb a few hours ago, Mary ran to where the disciples were staying to tell them that the tomb was wide open. Now, after her second trip to the tomb, she's running the same route again.
This time the streets are busy with people - it's the day after the Sabbath rest. Mary draws a lot of curious looks, but she couldn't care less. Her mind is flooded with thoughts. "It's like waking up from a bad dream. It's way more than that. this is the greatest day of my life." She's bursting to tell someone - anyone - but especially the disciples.
As she runs, she talks aloud to herself, even though she's nearly out of breath: "O my God! I should have known! Hallelujah! Wait till they hear this! O my God, my God, my God! Hallelujah!"
When she gets to the house she pounds on the door (it's locked). When the latch is unhooked, she pushes it open and charges in. You're right behind her.
Mary starts shouting over and over, "I have seen the Lord!"
There is a great hubbub, and as she tries to explain she's almost incoherent, and the disciples are interrupting with questions.
- Little White Book, Diocese of Saginaw