Suzanne backed off hurriedly as the featureless white figure rose from its seat.

"I’m sorry, I thought there was nobody here!" Suzanne exclaimed, walking backwards. "Whew, you gave me a fright. Our bus got lost and we ended up here…" she spoke quickly, then trailed off when the mannequin made no attempt to answer. The thing (no, a person in some sort of costume, she corrected herself) stood upright, perfectly still now, its impassive, featureless face angled toward her. Suzanne was breathing hard from shock and surprise. She’d thought earlier it was a male figure, but in reality it just lacked female curves rather than having any hint of male features.

"Look, I’m really sorry for barging in here, but we genuinely lost our way and found no other exit. Do you know the way out of here?" She felt unnerved by the continuing silence from this guy, or girl, but she was in no mood for games. Her mom was waiting for her at their old house, grieving for her dad. She wasn’t going to miss his funeral.

"What do you need?" the mannequin said. It hadn’t opened its mouth, because it didn’t have one, but the voice had unmistakably come from somewhere in its head region. The voice itself was thin and high, but very clear. It had no discernible accent, and it seemed a little robotic, mostly because it pronounced every word so perfectly rather than being monotone. Suzanne paused for a moment.

"Need? Look, we got here by accident. I want to leave," she said. Considering for a moment, she added, "are we on a TV show? Is this like a hidden camera prank or something like that? If yes, then I’m not laughing. Stop this right now or I swear I’ll sue you for all your worth. Don’t doubt me! I’ll be late for my dad’s funeral and this. Is. Not. Goddamn. FUNNY!" She shouted the last word. The mannequin showed no sign of being perturbed by this.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" it replied, in the same calm, high tones. Suzanne laughed.

"Sure, I’d like a Thanksgiving turkey with all the trimmings and a bottle of champagne!" she said.

"Please wait here," the mannequin replied, and walked toward her.

"Stay back! Don’t touch me!" she cried out, but the mannequin walked around her and left the room. There was the sound of a door opening. Suzanne peered around the corner and made for the exit hurriedly. She was in the hallway when the high voice called to her. When she looked back, the mannequin stood in the doorway to what must be the kitchen, holding a huge silver platter with a steaming hot, huge fried turkey on it in one hand. Its other hand gripped a champagne bottle.

"I have prepared your food," it said. Suzanne stared for a second, then ran out the front door.