The fire escape door's ajar

Frustrated by the crash and burn with my first target I figure I should go check myself in the mirror. Maybe I have a leaf in my hair, or smeared my make-up or something. Without my purse I can't do much to fix it, but if I'm real lucky there might be another woman in there I can mooch off of.

Just as I get to the bathroom doors in the dimly lit corridor I notice that a fire escape door is ahead of me and the door's ajar.

Now I don't have a fascination with fire doors, but I've a healthy curiousity and who wouldn't wonder why a door's open, right? Thoughts of catching a couple going at it dance through my mind. Or maybe I'll see some guy pissing on the wall who was too drunk to find the bathroom.

Whatever, I sneak to the back like a spy, but just as I'm about to peek around the door I trip over something and stumble outside. I fall down a couple of stairs, landing on my hands and knees as the door slams shut beside me. A stupid wedge of wood, which was probably holding the door open, lands beside me like a taunt.

"Fuck me," is all I can think to say as I kneel on all fours like a stunned doe.

I freeze as I hear a voice behind me saying, "Okay."