Inside Terrace Court apartments in Birmingham Alabama you hear screams. They seem to come from everywhere, but their origin is the basement locker room. When you open the door in an attempt to be a hero a nude woman turns to you and screams in your face. "Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee."

"Are you ok?" you ask, hoping to be of some help.

"Don’t you know how to knock? I’m naked here. The sign on the door says locker room. You know, a room full of lockers, where people keep their clothes. And since people might have their clothes in their lockers they might be naked. Did you think about that before you came barging in here? Huh? Did you?" She doesn’t seem to be as interested in hiding her nakedness as in berating you.

"But you were screaming," you reply.

"Of course I was screaming, you just walked in on me naked."

"No, before that."

"Well, wouldn’t you be screaming to if you were just thrown back 40 years in time and a thousand miles through space by way of a crazy magic locker?" she screams.

"It’d take less than that." You look at the magic locker behind her. You wonder what strange adventures must await behind that magic door.

You debate going through the magic locker or just getting back out on the street.