The guy goes for the door at the same time Philip comes out of it, and I breathe an unconscious sigh of relief at seeing him before I remember the situation we're in. There's a weapon - likely a gun of some sort - pointed at my head by the same guy who's got my partner in a headlock.

This day can't get any worse, can it?

"Philip!" I cry out automatically, then glare down the barrel at our lanky would-be client. "Don't you dare hurt him!"