It was Friday afternoon, and the Emma Jay had just left her Journalism class at Wellesley College to use the restroom. Normally, she would wait until the class was over, but today she just couldn't hold it in. Emma loved Wellesley, it was almost as if the college was made just for her. She'd attended public school all her life, so it was nice to continue her education in a place where everyone worked hard to achieve his or her goals.
Emma wasn't particularly fond of public bathrooms. In fact, she was quite the germa-phobe. She always used two protective seat covers, and brought her own hand wipes just incase the soap was out. The bathrooms at Wellesley weren't all that bad, but hey, it was college students, what do you expect?
She made her way into the ladies room and went into the stall near the middle of the row. As she locked the stall door and turned around, she gasped. The water in the toilet was a metallic, greenish blue color. Usually, she would go into another stall, but this made her so curious. She peered deeper into the toilet bowl and the strange liquid began turning bluer and bluer. Then, suddenly, Emma slipped on the wet ground of the bathroom and tile and went head first into the toilet of goo.
It happened very fast, and she hadn't fully registered what had happened until she felt the cold, plastic smelling substance contaminate her hair. She screamed, and was immediately terrified of what might happen to her. It was a gross feeling, having this slime all over your face, staining your clothes, and trickling from your hands. She almost vomited, but tried to stop herself. It didn't work, and she puked on the ground next to where the toilet stood.
She tried to collect herself, but ended up bursting into tears out of disgust. This only lasted for about 30 seconds, until she tried to find the roll of toilet paper without opening her eyes. Her hands finally reached the cold dispenser and she pulled on the tissue repeatedly until she had a large amount of toilet paper in her hands. She wiped off her face and tried to open her eyes. It worked, and she was fine. But she was still in a state of shock.
She sighed, and tried to think. But even before her train of thought reached something major, she was abruptly sucked into the toilet hole. She opened her eyes and all she saw was purple, and gold stars. Illusions, she thought. But then, she realized she was rapidly falling through what looked like space. She tried to scream, but no sound was coming out of her mouth. She started to panic, and breathing became much more difficult.
Suddenly, she hit a hard surface. She gasped in pain, and lifted herself up on her feet. Where was she? She had no idea. It looked liked a huge planetarium
except all the planets weren't models...they were real. For a moment she shunned herself for thinking such a ridiculous thought. Then she realized it wasn't so ridiculous. This was real. What she was seeing was all real, not just a dream.
She looked down, and the ground was transparent. There was a pang in her stomach as she thought she was about to fall through the galaxy. But she took a couple slow steps forward, and calmed herself down. She glanced out into the distance, and a stone path suddenly formed in front of her. She was a bit reluctant to follow, but toughened up and began walking.
About an hour and a half had gone by when she realized this path was going to nowhere. She was somewhat confused and frustrated. She stopped and fell to her knees, ignoring the fact that the ground may be dirty. She threw off her shoes and rubbed her sore feet. She didn't know where she was, she didn't know how to get back, and she wasn't even sure she was going to survive. What if she was just here for the rest of her life, waiting for help?
No, she decided. She was a strong woman. She was going to get herself through this. She slipped her shoes back on, and resumed walking. Now, when you're walking alone in the middle of what looks and seems like space, all you can do is really just daydream. Thoughts of what she was missing in class, what her semester grade for calculus was going to be, and other things ran through Emma's mind. Throughout the whole time period she was in this unusual place, she had completely forgotten her urge to urinate.
After what had seemed to be another 2 hours, Emma became frustrated again. "Why am I here?!" She asked, agitated. Then, just like magic, a voice popped into her head. "What you did to get to this space, do it over to return to your place." Confused and surprised at the same time, she immediately tried to recognize the voice that was speaking. It didn't sound at all familiar. Sighing, she tried to work out what the voice had told her.
She repeated the phrase to herself a couple of times before actually trying to break it down. Then, she analyzed every word in her head. Emma had very quick comprehension techniques, which helped her very much in situations exactly like this one. But even so, she still couldn't piece together the message she had heard. Now, you had to consider the fact that Emma had been walking and walking for hours, so she was a bit slow.
All of a sudden, it hit her. She knew what she had to do. She had to get sucked into another toilet. But where? Where the hell was she going to just randomly find a toilet around here? There was nothing but this stone path and the galaxy. She thought about this for a moment, and after a couple minutes, she called out "Where do I find a restroom?!" And with that, the voice sounded again "What you did to get to this space, do it over to return to your place."
Emma groaned as she heard those repeated words. How the hell did this mysterious liquid get into the school bathroom at Wellesley anyway? The janitors did a pretty good job of cleaning it up around there. But that thought was put aside by the sudden urge to pee again. During this whole time of frustration and terror, Emma had totally forgotten her obligation in the first place, which was to simply use the restroom.
But how was she going to find a ladies room here? There was nothing! And whatever she asked, the voice would simply reply with the same thing, over and over again. Her brain was tired of thinking, and she was getting fed up with the fact that she might have to urinate on the ground. No, she wouldn't do that, that's just plain disgusting. "God I wish I had a toilet right now!" She murmured, staring at the ground in front of her.
"Here." The voice said, and a toilet filled with the same liquid appeared right out of nowhere in the exact she was looking at. She jumped back, surprised. "Who are you?" She asked, after a couple of moments. It was silent for about 35 seconds, and then the voice replied; "Trust me." Emma didn't usually trust random voices she heard in her head, but when you're stuck in the middle of nowhere, and really, the middle of nowhere, what else are you to do?
She looked into the bowl, and cringed. The liquid was still in her hair and covered her shirt
yeah, that's right, ew. And there were no protective seat covers on top of all that. She thought about asking, but dismissed the thought. All she wanted was to be back in Massachusetts, and she was going to try everything she could to do so. She wasn't going to plunge her head in there, though. That was bad enough the first time.
She first had to release her bladder, because if she didn't she was going to explode. After she had done so, she thought about different ways to get back to Wellesley without throwing her head back in the toilet bowl. She finally decided on sticking her foot in. She carefully placed herself next to the toilet and put one foot in there. She felt the slimy goo seep into her shoes, and almost snapped her foot out, but she didn't. She kept pushing through the liquid and then all of a sudden she was sucked into the toilet once again.
This time around, it didn't take a moment to realize what had just happened. Emma knew right away she had just landed back into the stall where she had first started. And the riddle made complete sense. But
how was she supposed to walk into class covered in this gross slime? She was definitely not going to stroll in and let people stare
she had a reputation for sanitation! Her bag was still on the stall hook, but she had no extra clothes packed.
Someone knocked on the stall door. She took in a quick breath, which resulted in the sound of a high shriek. She slowly opened the door to find a janitor standing there. "Happens to me a lot, actually," The janitor said. Emma forced a laugh. "Don't worry, I've got some clothes from the lost and found in my cart. I'll be happy to lend." Even though the thought of wearing someone else's clothes was terribly horrifying to Emma, she accepted the offer. Well, it's not like she had any other choice, was it?
She changed into the clothes she was given, which were a plain blue t-shirt, black jeans, and some flip-flops. Not the best outfit in the world, she thought, but whatever. She stuffed her dirty garments into her bag and made her way out of the bathroom. She stopped at the door, turned around and said "Thanks," to the janitor. "No problem; kid," the janitor responded. As she made her way out, Emma realized that the janitor's voice was the one she had heard in her head.
She smiled as she stepped back into the large lecture hall with her bag and somewhat new outfit. No one stared. No one even looked at her. She felt completely unnoticed. But in this context, it was totally fine by her. She sat back down, took out her notes and pencil, and began copying down what the teacher was saying. She laughed as she remembered her frustrated self, trying to hold in her bladder. But from now on, she decided she could just wait until class was over to use the restroom.