I woke up. All around me was fog. The main scenes of yesterdays trip flicked through my mind like an old film. I was on my way to Portugal; I had got a good job in Lisbon and decided to leave France and  go to live there. On my way over someone sabotaged my boat, knocked me out and saved me, he or she had left the other thousands of people to drown.

I sat up. I was alone. I suddenly wondered how long I’d been knocked out. The ground was rough and I couldn’t tell if it was day or night because of the never ending fog. An eerie silent crept around me. A shiver went down my spine. Where was I? I could be on an deserted island in the middle of nowhere or I just could be still asleep in a nightmare. I didn’t know, my mind was a complete whirlwind of thought that I felt I was going to burst. Should I go explore or should I stay? I decided to wait for the fog to clear. I tried to get comfortable, maybe even manage  to get sleep as it may be days until this fog clears.

Suddenly, out of the sky I saw something move. It made a noise and it wasn’t the sound of laughter, it was the complete opposite. A large bird swooped down to me. As if magic, the fog cleared. I could just make out the rough outline of the Eiffel tower. It couldn’t be. The person had brought me back to Paris. A light of a torch flashed at me. I shielded my hand over my eyes to see who it was. Out of nowhere some hit me on the back of my head. I fell to the floor. Everything was pitch black.