Wet Floor

Wenda raced into the men's room, stopping in front of the mirror as she looked around, thankful that the bathroom was empty. She turned on the faucet of one of the sinks as she grabbed some paper towels, getting them wet as she began to scrub herself free of the popcorn, chocolate, and slushy.

"A sink shower..." She said with a chuckle as she wiped some slushy syrup off her legs, "I haven't done this since gym in highschool."

After a few minutes, Wenda had finally gotten the junk food off her skin, dunking her hair under the running water as she desperately tried to wash the same syrup and popcorn out of her hair.

*Knock* *Knock*

"Maintenance." A female voice called out.

Wenda squeaked as she pulled her head out of the sink, her sopping wet hair sticking to the back of her neck as the water pooled at her feet, forming a large puddle. Without another word, Wenda sprinted into one of the stalls and closed it slightly, peeking out to see a female usher walk into the bathroom with a mop bucket and cleaning supplies.

"Oh, that's real nice..." The Usher groaned in annoyance as she eyed the puddle, the junk food, and the running faucet. Sighing, she turned off the faucet and muttered, "This is sooo not worth $13.45 an hour..."

Wenda watched as The Usher muttered and grumbled before picking up her mop, cleaning up the puddle and the mess as the invisible naked woman waited for the woman to leave.

"Let's see... Her birthday?"

ACCESS DENIED!

"Um... Her credit card number?"

ACCESS DENIED!

"What about her favourite color? This phone is blue, so..."

ACCESS DENIED!

"'Uncle Leroy'?!"

ACCESS DENIED!

"Ugh!" Sophie groaned as she sat on a bench in the park, placing her head into her hands. "This shouldn't take over sixteen trys!"

Taking a deep breath, Sophie looked up... And nearly had a panic attack as she saw the clock on the miniture clock tower!

"Five hours left?!" Sophie yelped as she looked down at the phone again, "Please, Lord! I know I gave up on praying years ago when my dirt bag mother dropped me off at that monstrous orphanage when I was four and that I ended up living on the street when they kicked me out! But, please! Help me out here! I can't go to prison. I wouldn't survive! Give me a sign!"

The annoying pop song began blaring again as Sophie looked down to see that "Uncle Leroy" was calling again.

"That'll work." Sophie said as she quickly answered it, "H-hey, Uncle Leroy!"

"Just checking up again, Wendy? Are you alright?"

"Oh, just fine." Sophie replied, throwing in another pathetic fake cough. "Just stepped out to get some fresh air. Say, since I've got you, I actually kinda blanked on a few details. Did I say anything about any plans I had today? You know, before I became invisible?"

"Yes, actually." Leroy replied over the phone, "You said something about wanting to meet up with your friends at the club tonight. You can still attend if call your friends and let them know you should be there after eight; that being when the effects Formula ENF21-A wears off."

Jackpot!

"Great! And do you remember which club it was?"

"No, I don't think you mentioned a name."

Crap!

"Well, this little bug of mine is kinda effecting my memory." Sophie lied, hoping to rely on a Plan B. "I couldn't even get into my phone until you called? Do you remember?"

"Of course I do! I'm the one who helped you set it up, remember?" Leroy chuckled, "It's - " the man gasped as a whistling sound was heard, "Oh, Blast it, Janice!"

"'Janice'?" Sophie asked, trying to keep the confusion out of her voice.

"Oh, no dear. That's the old boiler I use for my experiments. Always on the verge of blowing up, hence why I named it after a heartless, disgusting, bitter shrew that I used to date. Anyway the *BZZT* is *BZZT* R- *BZZT*"

"Uh, Uncle Leroy?"

"Inter- *BZZT* from latest *BZZT* break- *BZZT*"

*Beep*

Sophie looked down at the phone, groaning as it showed that the call was dropped. There went that plan.

However, she did find it odd that, of all the names for this loon to name a boiler, he choose the exact same name as the woman who abandoned her all those years ago. The woman who laughed and cried 'Freedom' as she ran from the orphanage, telling Sophie to blame her lunatic of a sire for being alone. And, if she remembered right, her mother did name drop him as...

"This is a very spooky coincidence..." Sophie muttered to herself, shaking the impossible thoughts from her head. "Focus, Sophie! There's at least ten clubs in this town, and you have until eight tonight to find the right one. There has to be some sort of clue..."

Back in the men's room, Wenda stuck her head out as The Usher finished mopping up the puddle, turning her attention to cleaning the sink.

"You know... I think I'll catch this movie another time." Wenda whispered as she snuck out of the stall, slowly and quietly sneaking past The Usher as she made her way to the door.

"There, now that's - WHAT THE HELL?!" The Usher shrieked as she turned around, her eyes going wide at the sight of another puddle of water in one of the stalls...

And several sets of wet, bare footprints scampering out the door as they were accompanied by the sound of wet bare feet slapping against the tile.

"I need a vacation..."

"Okay, being at the movies while invisible?" Wenda thought to herself as she ran out one of the side doors, "Not nearly as easy as it is looks in the movies."

Looking up, Wenda saw the clock on the clock tower. "Huh. So, I have some time to kill before I head to the club at seven. I wonder what I should do now?"