and even if he did manage to evade the men in white trucks long enough to make his way back to his shitty little room ( and we have crossed into the realm of pure fantasy here ) he would find , having staggered exhausted up the inordinately long staircase to the hallway and hurriedly pulled his key from his pocket and somehow managed to fumble the key into the lock , that the lock had been changed and there was no way to get back in ; and at that pointcollapsed , weeping perhaps , in the hallway outside the locked door to his shitty little roomthis guy would be scooped up in the arms of the men from the white trucksin exactly the same manner you might scoop up a tiny childand delivered to the aforementioned white van or white panel truck with big windows spray painted white .