Kitchen

Kitchen, another kitchen? That doesn't seem right she thought. Reaching for the door She caught something moving out of the corner of her eye, thank god it was just her reflection in the window, She looked at her self, her button was still missing and now she had lost her belt, her black pants rode noticeable lower on her hips and again a sense of insecurity washed over her as a light blush appeared on her cheeks. After a moment as if snapping her back to reality a familiar metallic clang came from behind the door, opening it revealed an identical kitchen, same steel tables, same cutting boards and the same stoves, this time however the stoves were off but the sink was running, its water pooling into the basin unable to drain. Walking towards it Rebecca turned off the water and looked through what had collected, a black piece of fabric was covering the drain. Reluctantly She reached into the cool water and grabbed whatever it was but before she could take a look the train lurched sending water flying from the sink soaking her completely. Rebecca reeled back into the table regaining her balance as she cursed. Her clothes were now heavy with a mix of water and sweat.