Carefully venture into the darkness

As she stood in the dark, waiting for her eyes to adjust a little, she immediately regretted not fetching the towel first. She could remember the general shape of the bathroom, and she carefully moved the glass door, then quickly ran her hands through her hair and down her body, brushing off enough water that she would at least drip slowly instead of in massive puddles. Placing a hand on the wall, she stepped out of the tub slowly, creeping to the door and cracking it to stick her head out. The house was almost completely dark, she couldn't make out where walls or furniture ended, and she couldn't even see tiny lights that might indicate a phone or other source of light. She called out loudly, a bit of worry in her voice.

"Alex!? Alex, are you okay!?"

Mackenzie didn't get an immediate answer, and her heart leapt into her throat. She didn't know the house well, and she wasn't sure where Alex was anyway. But he may need her help, naked or not. As she prepared to head out, she heard Alex's voice from somewhere on the other end of the first floor... She thought.

"Hey! I'm okay... I tripped and pulled the shelves in the pantry over. I think I messed up my ankle, though... And I'm kind of stuck..."

There was a hint of pain in Alex's voice, but more than that, he sounded **** and sheepish. Maybe because he wasn't a hero and he needed Mackenzie's help? Mackenzie couldn't help giggling a bit, as he was still her hero tonight anyway. She did breathe a sigh of relief as she heard Alex, though. He needed her help but at least he didn't need an ambulance or something serious. Turning to where she remembered the cabinet to be next to the door, she felt around until she felt the slats of the cabinet door. Grabbing at the edge, however, she found it didn't open. Feeling around, she felt a latch in her hand, but try as she might, she couldn't figure out how to unlatch it in the dark. She thought it was moving, but then when she tried to open the door, it remained stuck. She tried for about a minute, even, hoping to at least get to the towels within, but eventually, she had to accept it wasn't happening.

With a sigh, she turned back to the door, and opened it, feeling a bit of the earlier chill as the steamy bathroom gave way to dry house. Putting an arm around her breasts to control and cover them, she pressed her legs together reflexively and stood on tiptoe girlishly, having to keep her other arm in front of her to feel around in the dark. It was almost exactly the way she had occasionally passed from the bathroom to her bedroom when she had a nudity "incident" while living with family or roommates, and she slowly moved through the house, calling out "Marco" after about a dozen steps, turning to the right as she heard Alex call "Polo" back at her, just like they had done at pool parties back in middle school and high school. She repeated the cycle, getting closer several times, until she felt a refrigerator and knew she was close. Following the wall to a door nearby, she suddenly felt a hand grab around her ankle, invisible in the dark, and let out a mortifyingly girly squeal.

"Eeeeee!"