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First it was dark, and warm.

Then there was a loud noise, like a balloon bursting, and a bright light.

Wednesday stood up and took stock of her situation. She was in a room that smelled strongly of popcorn. There were, in fact, kernels everywhere (the oversized nature of them did not cause her any concern). She still had Marie Antoinette tucked under her arm. Also, she was covered in buttery slime. The slime would have delighted Pugsley, but Wednesday thought it might tangle her braids and was therefore somewhat cross.

Wandering out of the popcorn room into the hall made things a little better. Dark, damp stone walls, brooding shadows, cobwebs, the occasional flash of half-seen movement in dark corners; why, it was almost like home!