What's the worst that could happen? You decide to take the remote. "Hey, what's the holdup?" You hear Harrison say as softly as possible. You hold up the garage door remote, and he hangs his head down. "The garage door doesn't even fucking work! There's no purpose in that thing! Stop wasting the precious seconds we have and come on!" He gestures for you to follow him. As you do, you can see the front door to the house that you have to reach to escape the blanket of certain death that's been draped over the house. You both stay as covert as possible and book it silently to the door. Harrison slowly undoes both locks, before the ringtone from your phone stops. You look back over at the absence of sound, and then back at your partner in crime. His eyes are wide, knowing that opening the door would instantly attract the attention of who you trying so desperately to avoid. What are you going to do?