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Alice shut the door behind her, hearing a bell jingle. She took a look around, at the wide open space before her. Across the room, was a row of counters. In the one closest to the middle sat a woman forty years of age, reading a magazine. She looked up, and widened her eyes.

“Alice? What are you...” she said, her mind drifting into thought. She seemed to recall something, and laughed. “Oh. Right. Follow me.” The woman said chuckling.

Alice was lead past several rooms, and followed behind her aunt, who wore blue jeans, sneakers, and a black shirt that simply read “Escape” in white letters. The woman’s dirty blonde hair fell below her shoulders, reaching her back. She motioned for Alice to go inside the room on her right, towards the end of the hall.

Once Alice entered, she took a wide look around. Several small TVs with live camera footage of escape rooms, a few of them containing guests. A desk with a mountain of paperwork on top of it. A bed in the corner of the room. Alice guessed it was the main office she ran things from.

“So, you mind explaining how you got here? I have a rough idea why you’re not wearing any clothes, but I have no clue what you’re doing in town” Alice’s Aunt asked, raising an eyebrow.

Alice thought for a moment, and decided to tell the truth. She started from the beginning, with her lonesome walk along the road. Then, she detailed meeting Kristen and her family, and how embarrassing it had been. She shivered when recalling the river, and how they had been swept downstream. And lastly, blushed madly when explaining her naked run to where she was now.

“...So after the light turned red I immediately ran in here.” Alice concludes, sighing.

Aunt Steph had sat back, and enjoyed the amusing story she heard. She laughed heartily at some parts, but still felt bad for Alice. While she knew it would be against tradition to give her a ride, or some clothes, she would help however she could. “Well, feel free to stay as long as you need. You can leave after dark, since it isn’t too far from here.” Aunt Steph offered politely.

Alice remembered the feeling of all the eyes on her, some laughing and pointing, some offended and angry. She shuddered. “I’d appreciate that. Thanks Aunt Steph.”

Aunt Steph smiled at her. “No problem. I’ll just be watching the front desk if you need me. Hit that red button up there if you need anything.” She said, pointing to a small red button labeled “Front Desk.”

Alice nodded as Aunt Steph closed the door behind her. She was thankful her aunt had been understanding of the situation, rather than making fun of it as she expected.

Alice laid down on the cot in the corner, and slowly drifted off into an exhaustion induced sleep.