Whatever strange process was blending and warping realities seems to have ended. Lot C now contains a multitude of horrifying and fantastical worlds. Overhead, a swarm of bats flies under cover of dark storm clouds. A towering brontosaurus shambles out of a steaming prehistoric jungle and out onto a Saturnite landscape. Several extras pursue a hapless director into a silver rocket ship as werewolves howl atop rolling alien dunes. You look around wearily at the once hopeful Hollywood set, now filled with screams and chaos. Lot C is lost.