After a couple minutes, you reach the back door yourself.
You are about to knock when the door suddenly flies open, smacking you right in the face, knocking you flat on your ass.
You feel very woozy as the world spins around you.
You see a burly man with a burly white beard. He looks familiar, although you don't really recognize him. But as he reaches down toward you, you recall the descriptions little Milty would sometimes give of his mysterious father, Papa Papamagaritus.
As he grasps you, your grasp on consciousness slips, and you pass out.
When you come-to, you are very cold. And naked.
You look around and find that you are in some sort of meat locker.
Outside the door, you can overhear some loud foreign conversations taking place, but they're all Greek to you.