S-ENF-012 - NIGHTMARE

Item #: S-ENF-012
Object Designation: Nightmare

"Oh, no," Dr. Melissa Cifuentes protested. "You're not sending me in there."

"Why not? It's just a perfectly ordinary wooden cabinet."

"You're not fooling me," said Melissa, scowling at Dr. Blithe. "I know it's the Nightmare Cabinet."

"What on earth, my dear, is a nightmare cabinet?"

"A special magic cabinet that makes all your worst nightmares come true. I'm wise to your little game, Blithe."

"And what exactly is your worst nightmare, Melissa?"

"I don't have to tell you that."

"That's true," said Dr. Blithe, tapping into the personnel files on his laptop. He minimised a tab that showed a live feed of the women's locker room, which was currently empty, and brought up Melissa's personal data. "Let's see... cup size... tickle spots... deepest personal insecurities... sex fantasies... nudie pics... ah, here it is. Worst nightmare. Says here it's to do with finding yourself at work, in a crowded laboratory full of dozens of respected colleagues, stark naked."

"Right! I'm not letting you put me in that situation!"

"But, my dear, you are in that situation."

Melissa looked down at herself, then up at the dozens of respected colleagues in lab coats all surrounded her. Many of them were biting back smiles. "Eeek," she said, and turned and sprinted for the laboratory door. She came out on stage, in front of a packed auditorium before every clever scientist in the world.

"As you can see, the Nightmare Cabinet works," said Dr. Blithe, taking a bow. Melissa looked behind her, and saw a plain wooden cabinet, that she'd just emerged from. "But what did you see in there, Melissa? What's your worst nightmare?"

"Er... being at work naked."

"That's funny," said Dr. Blithe, checking his notes. "It says here that your worst nightmare is being on stage naked at a prestigious academic conference, in front of all your scientific idols."

"Well, that's not likely to... eeeek!"