Linda is lost at a carnival. A carnival of her nightmares. A clown is leering at her. The knife-thrower is throwing knives At her but keeps missing. She runs into a tent. Mirrors surround her, Distorting her reflection. She runs farther into the darkness, Crashing through a mirror, Finally landing in a pitch black room. The floor begins to spin… She tries to grab hold of the walls. They are wet and shiny. But there’s no way out.