Audrey awakens

Audrey Horne had always been the talk of Twin Peaks. Her piercing gaze could turn heads, and her sharp wit could slice through the thickest fog of small-town gossip. But on this particular morning, as dawn crept over the mountains and the town began to stir, Audrey's name was on everyone's lips for reasons she could never have anticipated.

She lay on a cold, hard stage, her body shivering and bare of any covering, in the heart of the Roadhouse—the venue for the town's most prestigious event, the "Miss Twin Peaks" pageant. The air had the stench of spilled drinks and sweat from the night before, a stark contrast to the delicate bouquets of flowers arranged around her. Her eyes snapped open, the harsh lights blinding her as she struggled to piece together the puzzle of her predicament.

Her thoughts were a jumble of half-remembered whispers and the distant echo of laughter. Audrey's hand reached for the comfort of her silk negligee, only to find a void where it should have been. Panic set in as reality slapped her across the face with the chilling clarity of a glacial stream. She was naked, utterly exposed in a place she had no business being.

"Oh my God!" someone shrieked, and suddenly, the room was alive with the sound of a hundred hushed conversations. Audrey's cheeks burned as stumbled to her feet, crossing her arms to hide her large bare breasts from the staring eyes.

"It's Audrey!" another voice exclaimed, and she felt the weight of a thousand judgments pressing down on her. This was not the kind of attention she had ever sought, nor was it the kind she could easily brush off with a wink and a smile.

The doors to the Roadhouse swung open with a dramatic creak, admitting a stream of shocked townsfolk. In their midst, a familiar face emerged—Bobbie Briggs, her ex-boyfriend, now a strapping young man with a fireman's build and a look of pure disbelief etched onto his features.

"Audrey," he breathed, his voice barely audible over the murmurs of the crowd. "What the hell happened?" His eyes searched hers for answers she didn't have, but she could only manage a feeble shake of her head.