“Well?” he demanded. “Don’t just sit there an’ scare the wits out of us! Hurry up an’ tell us!”
Diane gently pulled the cowboy aside. “George,” she said softly. “Can you please calm down a little and tell us what you were trying to say?”
There was a moment of silence before he answered. “The door,” mumbled George without looking up.
“What about it?” asked Diane patiently.
George took a deep breath. “It’s irreversible.” He shrugged. “Dunno. Think you can only push your way in. But not out.”