Operation Mail Slot

Carrying this heavy ring of keys around wasn't doing me any favors just sitting inside, so I marched straight to the base of the massive front door. Right down at the floor, there was a spring-loaded metal mail slot flap. Ha! Perfect exit hatch. I hooked the bottle opener from my key bundle under the brass flap, jammed my shoulder upward, and levered the slot wide open with a metallic squeak. A cool gust of fresh air and hallway carpet smell blew right into my face. I poked my head through the narrow gap to scope out the territory, letting the flap clatter noisily against the top of my head. The outside world is officially fair game.