Phillip Smith felt high on adrenaline as he looked over at his soon-to-be ex-wife, Trina, who was getting ready to go into one of the escape rooms. Even though she'd been crying earlier in the evening, she sparkled now, as she always did. Her embarrassing public appearance the previous week couldn't keep her away from Escape Room Night.

Phillip scoffed, and took another drink out of his fruit punch. His adrenaline high made him feel agitated, and he hated being here. He didn't even care that his daughter had worked "so hard" on one of the rooms.

"Phillip," someone said, and he turned to find Chester Monson.

His exasperation came out in a sigh. "Hello, Chester."

"I, uh, just wanted to give you my card. I would love to help with the repairs to your building. We could even do some upgrades!"

How tasteless. "Thank you, Chester," Phillip said, studying the card, which looked like it was made by a graphic design student. What an amateur. "I'll consider it." In truth, he felt glad his office building had burned as much as it had. He had no intention of repairing it.

"Chester," Chester's wife, Melanie, said playfully, coming up and touching him on the shoulder. "You're not giving your card out again, are you? Phillip here might think you're trying to profit off of his misery." Melanie laughed here like it was a joke, and her husband laughed with her.

"I need to escape," Phillip said seriously, and ambiguously. He pointed to the entrance to the escape room his daughter had helped design, the escape room he had secured a ticket for, and headed in that direction.