"You still can't go back there. Please just leave it alone."

"You still can't go back there. Please just leave it alone."

"Need to be a real poet to get back there -- noted." [Leave.]

You return to the quiet hum of the expansive room.

"Excuse me! You can't go in there."

"Why not?"

"Staff and contributors only."

And secret prisoners?

Shake the door handle.

It's locked.

"Didn't you hear me? Staff and contributors only. Stop that!"

"Oh, my mistake." [Leave.]

"That's alright." She relaxes back into her casual posture.

"Isn't that a bit elitist?"

"Anyone who wants to is strongly encouraged to submit." A deep furrow forms between her brows.

"But you read my poem!"

"To contribute to the magazine, one must actually be published in the magazine. I'm afraid simply submitting does not cut it."