Yes, and no.

Emma came to the bathroom door. But her joy was short-lived. A sign on the door caught her eye: "Out of Order. Please use alternative facilities."

Emma's heart sank. She couldn't believe it. She was naked, desperate to pee, and now the bathroom was out of order. She looked around frantically for an alternative, but there was none.

Just as she was trying to think of what to do next, Emma heard the sound of footsteps coming from the hallway. They were light, casual, but they were getting closer. Emma's mind raced. She couldn't be seen like this, naked and vulnerable.

In a panic, Emma spotted a closet to her left. It was small, barely big enough to hold a few cleaning supplies, but it was better than nothing. She darted inside, holding her breath as the footsteps approached.

The closet was bare, with no towels or robes to cover herself. Emma was forced to press herself against the back wall, hoping to blend in with the shadows. She held her breath, her heart pounding in her chest, as the footsteps stopped outside the closet door.

For a moment, there was silence. Then, a voice spoke, "Hello? Is anyone there?"