Suddenly there was a banging on the door (and it wasn't Kenya and Brazil going at it. It was real banging...er, knocking, real loud knocking. Someone was yelling on the other side, "Open up! Let me in!" (Huffing and puffing came to mind, but I digress.)

Sam jumped out of the sofa-cum-raft (it was a futon sofa, so would work well? That Phoebe knows her stuff!) and ran over to the door. Fumbling with the slide bolt, the dead bolt, the chain lock and one or two others, he finally was able to fling it open to reveal...