finds a door

a few minutes passed with Mackenzie stumbling through the world in abject humiliation. She walked forward, missing a step from time to time unable to predict the uneven ground.

But then something changed, she knocked against a cold surface. Hoping this was something to get her out of this predicament she turned around and leaned against the mysterious surface, feeling with her bound hands to try and get some idea of what it is.

"cold.. smooth, something is sticking out...A handle" Mackenzie was beaming, she could finally get out of the street.

She pushed down on the handle and leaned backwards onto the door. Stumbling hard through the door into the unknown.

Finally off the street Mackenzie now needed to get her sight back. She scooted along till she found a wall and started to rub her head against it. Slowly the sweatband started to move of her head, while constantly thinking how ridiculous she must look at the moment.

"just... a little... more" and with that last shove the sweatband finally came off.

It took a moment for her eyes to adjust. But as her sight returned her heart plummeted.

"no, please not here"