You are a fugitive from the law. Oh, you are an upstanding fugitive—you're polite, you're literate, you ride public transportation and donate to the public zoo—but nonetheless you are a fugitive. And although you have been racing deftly through the subway tunnels of midtown Manhattan, although you have been following a careful plan of escape, the police are still close behind you.
Now is the moment for your winning move; now is the moment for you to shake the cops from your tail. You make a turn, you muscle through a set of stiff-hinged doors, and ...