Getting Up Again

Emily got to the top of the staircase, almost out of breath, just as the red-headed man sat down on the slide and disappeared from view. She watched him go, riding her shirt like a mat, having the time of his life, all the way down to the bottom of the tower.

"That's what you get," said Frank unsympathetically.

"I have to follow him!" Emily tried to get to the slide, but Frank barred her way. "No slides for the next five minutes," he said. "We're making some adjustments."

"But I need my shirt back!"

"You should have thought of that before you broke the rules. I'm not responsible for what will happen if you go down that slide now."

"But..."

"You stay still," said Frank, "while I sort some things out. We've got a special punishment round here for queue jumpers."