Never a patient soul you open the door to flip through its musty old pages while driving home. The book springs open at your tug and a purple glittering glitter and fog spring out. You swerve into the other lane smashing head on into a big tall Ellon truck. You didn't wear a seat belt and you fly forwards on impact, but instead of smashing into your windshield and dash with bone snapping power you fly across the surface of a tranquil pond. You slap into the water with a loud smacking sound and are stunned. You almost drown before you back brain flips on the survival switches in your head and you begin to dog paddle.