"Hey!" you yell, running up to the locked door. It doesn't look so magnificent now, with scratches in the old, rusty metal and splotches of some disgusting brown stuff. "I think you left me in here by accident!"
You pound on the door, and stop after a while, feeling your palms hurting. Then you curl them up into fists and renew your assault on the door. After about what feels like 3 hours to you, you stop and feel sorry for the door.
"Can you let me out of here?" you yell. "I don't want to hurt the door any more than I have to!"
When there's no answer, you finally...