You stand up, turn around, and the end of the dangling light cord hits you right in the corner of your eye, which is worse than a spider web, at the moment.

You pull the cord and two overhead light bulbs come on.

Your ice skates are tied together by their laces and slung over your shoulder; you lower them to the ground. You lower yourself to the ground, lean your back against the door and check the time on your cell phone: 8 o'clock.

It shouldn't be that long a wait.