"Are there hinges? Let me see." One hand extended in the dark, she brushed along his (she hoped it was his) back before coming alongside him to feel the outline of the door. No hinges that she could feel, but there wasn't much of a chance for her to explore. With one hand on the door and the her side pressed into the stranger, the music volume decreased and words appeared written, glowing briefly on the door before fading into nothingness.

If you want to get out, you have to play the game!

The music volume increased (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vDEynk7SwxE). She had a horrible feeling she knew exactly what game this was now. What else did you play when you were stuck in a closet with someone, after all? She let her head thud forward this time and groaned.