The door clicked shut behind Linda with a final, unforgiving sound. For a second, she didn’t think much of it—until her hand instinctively reached for her pocket… and found nothing.

She froze.

“No. No, no, no—are you kidding me?!” she groaned loudly, spinning around and grabbing the doorknob. It didn’t budge. She tried again, harder this time, as if that might somehow change things.

“Great. Just great!” she snapped, running a hand through her hair. “Locked out. No key. Perfect.”

Her voice echoed through the hallway as frustration took over, and she leaned her forehead briefly against the cold door, letting out an exasperated sigh.