The door is locked.

She jiggled the handle. It wouldn't turn. She pulled on it, pushed on it, banged on it -- the door wouldn't budge. "What is this? I didn't lock it." It seemed that no matter the effort, the door would not move. "So what, am I locked in the laundry room?"

She looked around a bit, and realized that there was another small set of stairs to another door on the other side. She went to check, and it actually opened -- except it led outside. She pulled it shut quickly. "I can't go outside! Not like this! The neighborhood! Strangers! People!"

She stood there, dripping water from her two t-shirts, otherwise completely naked, completely freaked out. "So it's outside or just stay here until someone finds me." She shook her head. "Oh boy." She went to the small stairs and opened the door out into the world.

She peeked through, and didn't see anyone. The door led to a side door of the house, next to the driveway. If she moved quickly, she could get to the front door, and be back inside in no time. She scoped around, saw no one, and made a quick rush to the front door.

Of course -- she didn't have any keys on her. And the front door was always locked. She should have known that, but in her state, it didn't occur to her. So she moved just as quickly back to the side door -- but it had locked behind her. She was stuck outside!

Amy looked around the house, not knowing what to do next. She was essentially naked out in public, covered only by two dripping wet t-shirts that didn't cover much anyway. She wanted to call out to Jason upstairs, but she was afraid she would draw unneeded attention from elsewhere. "Maybe there's a back door?" She suddenly couldn't recall if there was a back door to her own house. She raced around the side of the house, past the group mailboxes -- but in her haste, she slipped and bumped into the mailboxes. Her bottom shirt caught on the corner of the mailbox on the end, and -- rrrrrrrip!

"Oh no!" she cried. The shirt had ripped straight through along her left hip. It still kind of clung to her skin because it was so wet, but it probably wouldn't actually stay on if she didn't hold it in place.