Christine frantically searched through the keys. She was on her sixth keyring now and was getting desperate. There were hundreds of additional keys and rings to search and she didn't know how she could possibly find the right one. The key she needed wasn't on this ring either. She dropped in in the pile she had started and continued.

The first two keyrings she had thrown across the room after not having any luck, but she changed tactics after panicking and thinking that she might have missed the correct key on one of those two rings. So now she kept the keys she had tried isolated, but close. In case she needed to run through them again.

The spikes loomed ominously above her.

She had discovered herself in this situation when she had woken up fifteen minutes earlier. Before that, she had fuzzy memories of going out to a bar and leaving with a cute guy, but nothing definite. It was all a blur. When she sat up, she pulled a release cord that had been fastened to her necklace and started the timer. The fifteen minute countdown loomed ominously on the clock.

In front of her was an envelope labeled "Read Me". The letter inside explained her situation - Her legs were cuffed to an eyebolt on the cement floor. Above her was a grid of 8 inch spikes that were going to fall on her when the time was up. Scattered everywhere within reach were keychains filled with keys. All she had to do was find the right key and she could leave. A video camera next to the timer filmed everything.

She wasted a few precious minutes screaming for help and pulling at the chains, the shackles, and the eyebolt. Nothing budged and no one responded. She quickly switched tactics to trying the keys and had been making good progress. By now she had eliminated a few hundred keys and had gotten reasonably good at fitting them in the lock, jiggling it back and forth and moving on to the next one.

When the timer hit ten minutes, the spikes groaned and clicked mechanically as they descended six inches. This robbed her of a few seconds as she screamed and tears blurred her vision. It seemed to just be a warning that the trap was indeed real and the things would actually drop. She tried to hurry her efforts.

With the pile of inspected keys growing, time was running out. There was less than a minute left by this point and she was getting frantic. She tried to be meticulous and careful, but it was harder to focus and make sure she tested every key correctly. She was making mistakes.

Time ran out midway through the ninth key ring. With a click, the gridwork descended from the ceiling and impaled her neatly in a half a dozen places.

The muscles in her lifeless arm spasmed and flipped the key in the lock and the shackle fell open.