Against the wall we’re two twelve foot very thin pine CD cabinets with what she assumed held hundreds and hundreds of CD’S within its racks. Alongside of the racks was what looked like electrical roving arms with green and red lights blinking on and off.
The whole affair was resting on what she assumed were very expensive state of the art CD and DVD players. Next to the rack were shelves holding various 35 millimeter cameras and video equipment and a tripod holding a small camera on it.
“f**k Mal, what don’t you do?” She whispered to herself.
She moved further to her left where a door was set into what looked like a black glass room. There was a red light above the door and a small sign hanging above it all reading:
“RED MEANS. NO ENTRY. FILM PROCESSING IN PROGRESS.”
Shaking her head
