A light…something cool and damp pressed to her forehead…a voice, whispering into her ear… "Wake up…" She opened her eyes and found herself gazing into the eyes of a woman with eye makeup nearly as heavy as the man's.
"Magenta…" she murmured. "I…" She stopped. Magenta? What sort of name for a woman was that?
The woman smiled softly. "Yes, Columbia?"
Columbia? Who…? "I…" Again she stopped. "What did you call me?"
"Columbia. It's your name. Don't you remember? Of course, that was a nasty fall you took."
"Fall…?" She couldn't remember a thing. "Did I fall?"
"Of course you did. Right in the master's laboratory."
"Laboratory? Does he have one?"
The woman, Magenta, chuckled and shook her head. "You can't tell me you've forgotten already."
"I…" What was happening? Why couldn't she remember? "Did you say my name is Columbia?" The woman nodded. "Then…" Her brow wrinkled in thought. "Who is Riff Raff?"
The woman drew her breath in sharply. "Riff Raff is my brother."
"Then why…what…" She buried her head in her hands.
"Columbia." A man's voice. She didn't look up. "Columbia." Sharper this time, more insistent. "Columbia, if you do not look at me—" She looked up into the eyes of the man who had picked her up…
"Dr. Furter," she murmured.
He smiled warmly and stepped close, taking her hand. "Why, darling, you know better than to call me so formally. Frank, darling. You know that."
"No!" she screamed. "No…it's all wrong…no…I don't know you…"
He took a step back, nodded at Magenta, and reached for her again with that silver thing in his hand. She screamed again and once again she saw nothing but blackness.