S-ENF-001 - STAGE

Item #: S-ENF-001
Object Designation: Stage

Steam filled the bath room. Thelma Pinkley massaged the shampoo into her auburn hair, humming a song to herself as the warm water cascaded over the full, freckled slopes of her breasts, her plump bottom and round hips. She felt perfectly safe.

"Nothing to report here," she said, out loud. Thelma was an intern for the ENF Foundation, a top secret research organisation whose job it was to examine and neutralize mysterious supernatural artefacts, and she was having a great time. The Foundation had sent her to the fanciest hotel in Sydney, Australia, to follow up rumors that its Madonna Suite (perfect for the high-powered female executive!) was haunted. But so far she'd seen nothing more frightening than the seven-dollar bottle of water in the minibar.

She stepped out of the shower, groping for a towel and not finding one. It was remarkable how steamy the bathroom was. Thelma couldn't see anything at all. She took one step forward, then another, then another, wondering where the bathroom wall was. And why the floor beneath her feet had changed from tiles to wood.

The steam dissipated. Leaving Thelma suddenly very away that she was standing in the Concert Hall of the Sydney Opera House, live on stage, in front of roughly two and a half thousand people, and a very surprised orchestra. The guy playing the flugelhorn grinned, and nudged his mate.

Thelma squealed, the sound gloriously magnified by the Hall's acoustics. She jumped down off the front of the stage and sprinted past the seated crowd, up the aisle towards the exit. A few minutes later she emerged onto the Opera House steps, in broad daylight, in front of thousands of tourists, who immediately turned their cameras on her. Far more interesting than some stupid bridge or whatever.

Camera flashes followed her as she sprinted down Circular Quay, stark naked, dripping wet and trying not to bounce too much. It was going to be a long run back to the hotel.