A young man who looks uncomfortable and lost.

This could turn out to be a bad idea - but what do you have to lose? You approach a guy with disheveld hair and an almost whiny expression on his face.

"I know where your wife is," you say. He stares at you.

For a moment you fear that you have overplayed your hand. That he'll laugh at you and will walk past - and you'll be the fool who can't make it to the inner sanctum. But then his eyes take on a glimmer of hope. Hope and pain. And you know that you have him in your grip.

"Where is she?" he stammers.

"They took her to the Fire Room," you say. "That's bad, buddy. Fire Room is bad. Never know if her cheeks will turn hot and red - or her other cheeks will turn red. Know what I mean?"

"Please, take me to her!" he almost seems in tears.

"I am not allowed to do that," you lie. "But I can go there and get her out. It'll cost you, though."

"I give you everything I have. I don't need the coins. I just need to know that she's... that she doesn't... oh my God, I can't stand the thought that she..."

"2000," you say. He looks at you, shocked, then fumbles in his pockets. You watch him, silently praying that he still has enough coins and didn't spend them on some stupid stuff during his way here. Then he starts putting coins into your hands.

You try to stay calm and keep your poker face. What a wuss. You can't believe your luck.

"Take it, Sir, take it. Please get her out of there. Thank you! Thank you!"

You take the coins, pat him on the shoulders to reassure him and flash him a thumbs-up. "I'll handle it," you tell him, then quickly turn around and hurry to the big door.

The guard recognizes you and raises an eyebrow nods. You hand him the coins. A sly smile appears on his face, he bows his head ever so slightly and points with his open right hand in the direction of the two-winged door.

The huge door has a smaller door built inside, and this one opens rather easily and lets you step through. It's only after the door closes that you allow yourself to chuckle and soon the cuckle turns to laughter. You made it! And you probably condemned the whiny douchebag to a rather unpleasent fate. This is just too funny...