The door opens to a set table

The door swung open slightly, and Bridget pushed it open and stepped inside. It was yet another room with only one exif. The exit door had what looked like a clock above it reading 5:00. The only other major feature was a long table in the middle of the room.

On the table were set five drinks. Each drink was labelled with a name: "Karen", "Harvey", "Paul", "Susan", and "?".

"Someone is definitely fucking with us," Paul snarled.

"Took you that long to realize it?," Harvey observed.

"Thanks goodness though, I am parched," Karen said, reaching for her cup.

"Are you crazy? The way things have been going, you're gonna trust a drink left out with your name on it?," Paul asked.

Harvey picked up his cup. "We've been stuck in the that tiny room with no ventilation for hours sweating our asses off. I'm risking it." With that he tasted and then quickly gulped the drink. Everyone stared at him for a good ten seconds before proceeding to their drinks.

"I don't have a drink," Bridget said. "Yours is the one with the question mark dear... I didn't know you were coming so they didn't know your name."

Paul hesistated a moment, and then pointed out the obvious. "Yet there is a cup for her, meaning someone is watching and responding in real-time."

A change in lighting got thier attention, and they all looked towards the door... the clock had started counting down.

"Five minutes," Sarah observed... "for what?"