You start to struggle

You place your mittened hands on the hood, and try getting out of it somehow. But you are not able to. You keep moving your hands desperately all over the damned thing, but even the end of the zipper has a lock connecting it to the fabric. Just great! Even if you could open the mittens with the fingertip, you still couldn’t get out of this thing. And you don’t know where the key is. Heck, even if you would find it, you couldn’t make sure it is the right key until you use it. And how the hell would you even get to the mere attempt of doing it?

Dammit! You grunt, as you realize you have lost. You are going to be a **** for a long time, you have to make your piece with it. Your only option is to endure, and hope that by the time you get your chance, there would be enough of you in there to act on it.

You stumble to the rug in the corner, and take the key with your downstairs. Luckily the basement is still open, and you are able to get it back to its original place. After that you close the door, and climb back to the ground floor.