You use your key on the door and enter into what at first glance looks like a closet, stepping into it and through a rack of clothing, like you’re returning home from Narnia – and you startle a group of older women standing around on the other side. They’re all dressed in regular clothing, and very excited to see you.
“You’re here at last!” one exclaims, clapping her hands.
“About time,” says the second.
“Shush,” chides the third. “She’s been out and about, having a very good time. Haven’t you?” she says pointedly, giving you a knowing look.
You flush from head to toe, and the women laugh. The third one takes your elbow. “Come, come, time to choose.”
“Choose what?” you ask her, as she pulls you towards a wall.
“Choose who you want to be,” she says, pointing up.
Hung over the wall ar
