Part of Philip knows that, realistically, something is bound to go wrong, because it always does, especially when he needs it to go right. But the rest of him walks out through the door with an encouraging smile, beelining to his destination as quick as he can.

He reaches the right room in no time, and sighs with relief at the bandages and ointments in his hands. He turns to head back and--

--and finds himself trapped alone in front of an all too familiar door, when the fourth day of the event turns to the fifth.

Well, at least he really did try this time...