Andrew decided to climb up a mountain to see farther, but then he remembered that they had crumbled. Before he could say a word a shooting star appeared in the sky, a tiny glimmer of hope radiated from it. Excited, Andrew rushed towards the star and found a golden book projecting a purple light, so he started writing, he wrote about a tunnel leading to his home. Suddenly he was on his carpet in his house, he thought it was a dream, but then he felt the pen and book he used to escape, maybe it wasn’t a dream after all.