Peter had been firmly ensconced in darkness for two days. He had no way of knowing that, though he knew it had been a significant amount of time. He had spent the first several hours of it screaming bloody murder at the door and hurling insults at it in German and English and any of the seven other languages he knew how to swear in. Of course it had no effect. The door didn't care about his plight and it held firm.
( Night ain't so musical )
( Night ain't so musical )