Locking the pick...

Walking up to your door, you plant your feet firmly as snow begins to fall. You stare down the wooden barrier and take a deep breath as you squat ever so slightly to give yourself more leverage.

Thrusting your arms forward, you shout, "Open sesame!"

You stand there like an idiot for at least ten seconds. Ten long seconds. But nothing happens.

Your jaw drops. How could it be? Guess you should do something else since lockpicking is a members-only skill and you aren't about to pay $7.50 a month for that.

  >> Go to the landlord's office?
  >> Ask Heather for help?