Where there's smoke, there's fire!

Britney smelled smoke. There was a fire! She felt panic rising in her stomach. She looked around desperately for her towel, but it was gone. Someone must have grabbed it thinking it was theirs. She stuck her head out of the shower. The locker room was empty, but there was no spare clothes in sight! Her key to her locker had been on the same hook as her towel, so she had no access to her clothes.

Between the blaring alarm, the faint smell of smoke and her nudity, panic was overwhelming Britney. She bit her lip, cupping her nude soaking wet form. What could she do?

Then she saw the nearby fire exit. What choice did she have? She scrambled at the door, shuffling quickly on her bare feet. She threw the door open, running outside in a frantic blur...