[ WP ] You suddenly find your doors and windows wo n't open . You log in to Reddit and find the most upvoted thread with over a million comments and just two hours old `` Help , my door is stuck , any tips to get it open ? ''

`` Yeah, like it would stop me. PVC panes and styrofoam. But let's not waste the door just yet. I'll call my landlord.'' 
 
 I dial the number. `` Yo, Dreamer [ we're on nickname basis ], could you get a spare key and let me out? Seems the lock is jammed.'' 
 
 `` Okay, be right there!'' 
 
 I sit on my bed. A minute later the phone rings. It's him. `` Funny, my lock is stuck too.'' 
 
 `` Okay, I can get out but the door will need to be fixed afterwards.'' 
 
 `` Sure thing, it's not like we have much choice. The door is crap anyway, it was long due to be replaced. Could you check my door when you're out? Maybe some asshole poured glue into the locks everywhere?'' 
 
 The panes take a couple kicks and in seconds I have a sizable hole in the door. I walk to the landlord through the empty staircase, crouch by his door. The lock seems to be okay. I knock. No reply, silence. I press the door handle. Wo n't budge. 
 
 `` Hey,'' I shout through the door. `` You there?'' I knock a few times. 
 
 My phone rings. Him again. `` Did you get out?'' 
 
 `` Yeah, I'm standing in front of your door, did n't you hear my knocking and shouting?'' 
 
 `` Not a peep. Wait...'' I hear loud thuds over the phone. `` Did you hear that?'' 
 
 `` What did you hit? Where are you? I just heard it over the phone!'' 
 
 `` I was hitting my door!'' 
 
 I hit the door with my fist. `` Beating on your door.'' 
 
 `` Shit. It's not funny.'' 
 
 I start double checking if I'm at the right door. No way, it ca n't be any different. 
 
 `` Wait, hold on, somebody's calling me'', he says, then he hangs up. 
 
 I wait a minute. Ringtone. 
 
 `` shit, something's fucked up a lot. Pat called me, saying that she ca n't get out. From our apartment. Right here, this one. She's not here. She says she's standing right in front of the door. Right where I am standing. We did a test, checked the wardrobe, telling each other what we see. Everything matches except of things we do. Like, I open the bathroom door, she says the bathroom door is closed. What now?'' 
 
 Sudden thud, explosion, loud distant noise. 
 
 `` Did you hear that?'' 
 
 `` I saw that! An airplane just crashed into a building a couple blocks away!'' 
 
 `` Shit, shit, shit.'' 
 
 `` One good thing, probably there was nobody on board...'' 
 
 `` No shit. Wait, I got a text. Call you in a moment.'' 
 
 I turned back to my flat with ruined door. The phone rang. Dreamer again. 
 
 `` Just got a text from Raki. Go to Reddit, open the thread about locked door if you want to live. There's a bunch of advice how to get out if one is locked out, and then you'll have a bunch of nuclear power plants all over the world to shut down before they melt down on their own. People are pooling all they know about stuff that can go wrong, everyone's in an individual universe, every single person must save their own world by themselves.''
