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Ba-bump.
Gasping for air and pushed into the first chamber.
Ba-bump.
Squeezed through a tiny hole and into a new room.
Ba-bump.
Split in two groups
One to the left
The other to the right
Ba-bump.
The sweet taste of oxygen -
Relief!
Ba-bump.
"What kind of 'art' is this?" I questioned, dramatically emphasizing the word 'art' with air quotes. "This painting is worth what, millions? It's just a bunch of rectangles and squares, seriously - "
"Let me guess," a stranger interrupted, suddenly appearing at my side. Strong, handsome features and touseled blonde hair were the first things that caught my eye. A playful smile spread across face, "You could do something like that?"
"Precisely."
It left as suddenly as it had came, with the swiftness and ferocity of any other disaster. Power lines sagged to the snow-littered ground, others lay haphazardly across the road. Daddy looks worried. I don't want to ask what's wrong - Daddy's aren't supposed to scared of anything. I ask him if the snow means Santa is coming. He smiles, shanking his head as he picks me up into his arms, "No, sweetie. Santa doesn't come another month."