I think we all need a place to be calm. I suggest a closet or the trunk of a car. I've been in both, and they did wonders for me. Of course, some weirdos in masks locked me in both, but, unbeknownst to them, I had a working phone, and I found ways to entertain myself. I even sent a hot chick, who didn't know I had her number, a text about my predicament! Not sure how much good it did, though, because she still hasn't replied. Shame. I also forgot her name. Oops!

My point still sits. It doesn't stand, though, because I'm lazy. Well, happy hunting!