Lightning strikes in the lapis sky, illuminating the mansion hidden in the woods. Two figures pop out from inside and disappear. A young man trapped in the basement reaches through the bars and screams for help. He slides down the hall.
Kim Carnes performs on stage.
In a conference room, she removes the cover and the young man eyes widen from behind the glass. She feels the glass and he pulls her into the mansion. She stands in the hallway as the lightning strikes. A little boy offers her a silver object. She takes it and opens the first door to the left.
In the first room, she dodges as mummies bend down from their pedestals.
Back on stage, the audience raises their hands as she sings.
She enters the next room on the right. A zebra wags it tails and a little girl stands next to it, her face painted with stripes. The little girl pets the zebra. She closes the door and puts her hands over her ears. She stares and sees a high ceiling with a striped wall. She levitates to the top.
Men exit in the rooms in karate uniforms and kick. They disappear. She walks into another room and see thin strands of rope brushed on the wall. It materializes and forms into rubber. She holds up her arms.
Three mimes climb the striped wall.
On stage, the audience claps. Some of the audience has moved to the ceiling and continue to clap. She opens the hand, containing the silver object.
Kim Carnes has searched every room, hoping to find the young man who pulled into her the mansion. She wanted to know how long he had been trapped there and what the little boy is trying to tell her. She clutches the silver object in her hand. It may be her key to getting out.
The young man seemed desperate and afraid. She guessed he had been there perhaps a month. Nonetheless, the mansion was a riddle she couldn’t solve. The mummies moaned, suggesting she was still existed and the only hint was the zebra. Nothing in here was black-and-white. In the striped wall, she floated to the top, reaching the stage.
She went to the microphone and began to sing. All the other trapped people clapped along. She continued, waiting for a signal or to fade. Then, she remembered the silver object in her pocket. She opened her palm and let it rest. A high-pitched whistle emitted from the object and she found herself spinning back in the striped wall.
She was dropped back into the conference room. The clock on the wall still read 1 p.m. Her co-workers entered the conference room and commented on their calls. They asked her what was wrong. She arranged her papers and said she was frazzled after a long morning.
Director: Jim Yukich Year: 1983