Alone. I'm all alone in this dark, gloomy place. Furniture is burnt, glass and mirrors are shattered, pictures are ashes and memories are gone. I'm all alone. I don't recognise a thing in this place. Not a thing, not a piece, not a string. Clothes are spread everywhere in dull colours. There is no colour, no life. My hair reaches to the floor but surprisingly it is neat and clean. My clothes are tattered and torn. The colours are dull, dead and no life or happiness shows. I feel like a prisoner in this place. Who am I? What am I? Why am I here? Suddenly I see a hand reach out to me. Who is it? It says:

" Come, take my hand. I 'll take you some where magical and amazing. I'll give you a jorney that you've never been through before."

What do I do?