The door that’s never locked is actually locked.  You’re desperate and start trying to jimmy the lock to no avail, and then finally start throwing things at the glass to try and break in.

“HEY!” you hear a voice yell.  “What do you think you’re doing, you little punk?”

Man, have you had some bad luck with throwing things and men in janitorial uniforms today.  You try to run but he’s right behind you.  He grabs your wrist, unlocks the door, and brings you inside.  He makes you use your last bit of change to call your parents on the pay phone and he explains what happened.  You consider saying that you were running from someone and were desperate, but then you realize that would just make things worse.

You hear the two words from your mom that are the worst case scenario for a Saturday morning, “You’re grounded.”  She tells you to ride your bike back home immediately and not to leave the house for the weekend.  On the other hand, this ordeal has taken long enough that the strange gentleman from the train has seemed to disappear and you don’t see him again.

THE END.  Try again.