The Door's Locked

Feeling the sense of relief building in her, Amy makes her way to the back door of her home, grabbing the handle... and finding it won't budge.

"What the fuck?" she moans.

Beth glares at her and then at the door for a moment, dreading the answer to the next question. "What's wrong?"

"It's locked," Amy replies, shaking the door a little more, but still getting no movement. "I don't understand, we never lock the back door."

"Let me take a look," Beth says, pushing Amy out the way and shaking the door as well, getting the same response.