Phin stopped pacing and turned in the direction that Bridget turned him and started walking for the bedroom. He pulled the blinds back and leaned over to pull the broomstick from the track and then stood up and flipped the lock on the glass door. He grabbed the handle and pulled, but the door didn't budge. He might've let out an expletive in there too as he tried a few more times to tug it open in different ways with his weight leveraged differently but it didn't work no matter what he tried.