It was as clean as the moon, with a silver outline, magnificent window. The window had everything Tommy could imagine: a shiny silver outline of the glass; a really see-through window that you could even see mars; an gold particle in the middle of the glass; the bottom was as orange as fire; and through the window stood a gold statue, spinning slowly in a circle. Tommy was delighted to see the window, so he had a closer look. When he gets closer, the pictures in the window changed, it moved really slowly.

Something down the path: something was moving. It wasn’t his footsteps, it didn’t even sound like a human’s footsteps. It was a weird pushing sound accompanied by a low hiss. He glared down the path, he went down, he descended step by step, trying to be silent as a lizard. He stopped and inspected a curtain leading to another window. Nothing moved. Only in the window  the picture keep changing