Getrude And Karen And The Little White Room

A big, rectangular, empty room. The walls are white and at the far end is a big matt glass window. There's a soft light coming from outside as if it's the early hours of morning. In the middle of one of the walls is a brown door with a code lock on it. It seems like a nice place, almost like a waiting room just without the chairs and decorations. In the middle of the room there's a pink handbag. There's an older woman sitting down, looking through the bag. Her hair is so white it sometimes looks purple in the light. She's curvy. She's wearing a colourful skirt and black leathershoes. The door beeps and in steps another old woman. This one has short, dark grey hair. Her eyes are grey and she's wearing black clothes. She has dark circles under her eyes. She walks over to the woman who is looking through the handbag who hasn't yet looked at the woman entering. The woman standing over the woman with the handbag clears her throat. The white haired woman looks up at the other woman. "Oh THERE you are, Karen! Have you seen my panties? They're not in my handbag!" The grey haired woman gets furious. "Is that really your only question, Gertrude?! I've had you locked up for two full days and this is what you ask me?! You are so... so AGGRAVATING. GOD! Have fun with your freaking handbag!" Karen spins around on her heel and walks out the door. Gertrude is left shocked sitting on the floor.