We were deep in the hole. So deep that we didn’t know how we’d ever get out. So deep that it was hard to see the light of day.

How I got into this situation, I’ll never know. The last thing I remember was me taking a book off the shelf at the library. There was a loud crash, and gale force winds blowing everything over. A bunch of other stuff happened, then

Gifts gifts everywhere and not a box for me. I kicked through discarded wrapping paper, bows, and tags, fruitlessly searching. I knew I was unlikely to find what I needed, but I had to look.

Most people don't know this, but the world's greatest cookie is housed in a special gallery in the Kunsthistorisches Museum in Vienna. This is the story of how it got there.

You woke up and realised that it wasn't your room and it scared you so much that you were paralysed while the fire was burning everything around you. You came out of there after several minutes frozen by panic. At the end of the corridor there was a person hiding in the flames...

In the jungle, a lazy panther was on the prowl for spectacles. Not wanting to admit his issue, he pretended to be hunting for elephants, the only animal he could still recognize at a distance.

You awoke to the smell of burning. Ugh. Early morning and it felt like hell was making an appearance. Slowly, the smoke was getting unbearable. When you opened your eyes, the fire encircled your bedroom, its flames towering high above the ceiling.

Oh it's happening. It's definitely here. You look around outside at what would be your first shop. Fluffy, warm pastries paired best with a steaming cup of coffee. The thought had kept you smiling down to this very moment. For now, somethin to eat. Some donuts.

Breathe. That's what everyone tells you when you start to panic and self-destruct. God knew I wanted to take the air in as much as I could but with the water rising steadily, was there any point? Breathe, Cassandra. Because it might as well be your last.

Seven thousand tonnes of snow. Bitter frost. I had to trek miles forwards for even a glimpse of light in this frozen over, barren wasteland.

Jerry glanced down at the photograph in his hand, then back up again at the woman sitting alone at the back of the cafe.