Aisling Bea wanders into the jungle

Irish comedian and actor Aisling Bea was riding high. A couple of successful TV shows, some awards, acclaim... she was doing so well for herself, she'd had to buy a small apartment out in LA to stay in while filming a couple of things she'd written for some US network. She'd just had delivered an adorable little wardrobe she'd found at this little antique store, and was happily hanging clothes in it, when she noticed a breeze... a warm, almost balmy heat radiating from the back of the wardrobe's musty darkness.

Aisling leaned in, finding herself clambering into the wardrobe, passing through some jackets and coats, and finding herself... in the middle of a rainforest clearing? Dense trees rose up into a canopy covering most of what seemed to be a sweltering blue sky, clear of clouds, beams of sunlight making their way down to the hard, dry forest floor. Monkeys chittered overhead, birds flying between the trees and singing their loud songs.

"What in the fuck?" she mouthed, already feeling a little sweaty in the tropical heat. How had she got here? She turned, seeing the wardrobe behind her, incongruously out of place in these surroundings. Aisling walked a few paces away from it, seeing that faded paths wound between the trees, as if there were other people here, sometimes travelling these ways. Maybe she should look around? So long as she was careful not to get too far that she couldn't find the wardrobe, she could explore a little.