They were let off into a dim hallway where Reid began to fumble for a set of keys. Zooey stayed close to Reid, so that she would not get lost in the dark shrouded nothingness.

“Come on,” he said, “just follow my voice.”

“You know,” Zooey said, “this makes me think of a horror movie, and I’m probably going to die some kind of romantically gruesome death.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Reid said, jamming his key into the lock, “come in.”

He flipped a lightswitch and they both emersed themselves into a palace of gaudiness.

“Oh holy grail, you uncovered the lost kingdom of Zsa Zsa Gabor,” Zooey said, mouth gaping open. She looked down at the creamy pink shag pile, up to the pink and cream striped wallpapering, the gold wainscoating, gold framed technicolour photos of prize winning pomeranians, and glittering crystal light fixtures.

“Please tell me you are’nt…” Zooey started.

“No,” Reid said plainly, “I think I have a lot of explaining to do.”