“I’m not sure, but I think I heard voices” Flix said, “just after the door slammed”. “Maybe we should go and see what he’s up to. Perhaps he’s found some of the others” Alan mused. “OK!” Flix gave a big smile and ran up the stairs. Alan quickly followed – he liked to be close behind on stairs because of the great view of Flix’s rump in glorious 3D motion. She grabbed hold of the door handle, but it wouldn’t turn. “It’s locked!” she exclaimed, somewhat surprised. “Locked? It can’t be locked, there’s not keyhole.” Alan shook the handle, “Something’s jamming it.”