Some administrative aide’s idea of a joke, most likely. Someone’s been using the network for playing electronic games again, or for viewing Live! Action! Porno! or God knows what else. Still, she should check it out, leave no byte unturned. Amy taps her desktop to bring up the Special directory and suddenly her virtual office disappears. She finds herself standing, not sitting, all but surrounded by utter blackness, and facing a massively constructed oval-shaped door. The door is orange. Standing before it, facing her, is a blazing red man, tall as an elf, but equipped with enormous wings. Above him, in bold red caps, sizzles the word, SPECIAL.