A different kind of catwalk.

She found herself not in a closet but in a dark hallway at the top back of the theater, on top of a wide stair case that made up the back of the room. 4 feet from her naked bottom was a doorway leading to the theater Grace realized with a start that she could see several people from her angle and that the closest was less than 50 feet away.

Looking around for something to cover with or a place to hide, the only option seemed to be a twin of the room she had just come from on the otherside of the archway. Building up the courage to try it at least, she steadied her breathing and with a slight gasp of an inhale, she walked the 3 steps as quickly as she dared to and still have confidence in her silence. Only to find the other door also locked from this side.

As she tried to keep focused on problem solving and resisting full a full breakdown, there was suddenly a bright flash from a trailer being shown and

Grace saw her lifeline, A steel ladder bolted into the concrete wall of the back of the theater. As much as she hated to climb she hated the idea of 3,000 people catching her naked more and so began to hoping this ladder would lead her to an escape and hopefully cover.