Bang on the door and yell
"HELP! HELP! HEY...WE'RE IN HERE...LET US OUT, SOMEBODY! OPEN UP!
HELP!"
Thirty minutes later, you hear the doorknob rattle, and behind the
door stands Larken.
"Where were you guys?" she asks, shocked.
"No time to explain, Larken...we need to get out of here,"
you say.
"I'll say--the trial's starting...Mr. Anderson's trial. I'm going
to testify in it--Ms. Fishburn wasn't patient enough to wait until
tomorrow and they're holding it in the living room of the main hall
right now!"
You dash with Bridget and Larken toward the main hall. You reach the
living room just as Mr. Anderson is being sworn in. You close your
eyes and pray that this plan works.
You, of course, do what any sensible person would do after being
locked in a closet--start banging on the door and screaming.
