Deep in the Lost Library. There must be a way out, you tell yourself. There must be. What was that? A gust of wind? An open door must be near. Turn slowly. Follow the fresh air. Don’t lose the scent. Look out! A blast of air topples a towering pile of books and knocks you to the ground, smothering you in musty old pages. Gasping for air, you drag yourself halfway out of the heap. Your leg feels numb and it won’t move. The wind howls.