"We did it!" yelled Melody joyfully as she and Mark ran as fast as they could, away from the bathrooms and to the car where they had first met May.

"That was too close. Let's give the pages back to her, then we might be able to get out of here!" gasped Mark. They skidded to a halt at the car. "Where is she?" he said.

"I don't know," said Melody. The beam of light from her flashlight briefly illuminated a thin white nightgown. "There she is!"

However, as they approached, they realised that something was wrong. May seemed to have grown impossibly tall. Her head was so high up, it was buried thick in the bare branches of the tree she was standing under.

"May?" whispered Mark.

The creature in the tree shuffled about and extended one hand holding a tattered book. It was some sort of sketchbook, and only had one page left with something scribbled on it. Mark and Melody inspected the page.

There was only one word on it, and a stick figure under it. The word was, 'Taken'. The stick figure had no face. It didn't wear the familiar suit, though. It wore a dress, or a nightgown.

Melody and Mark looked back up. Another person had appeared from nowhere. This person wore a suit and was also so tall that his head was in the trees.

The two people stepped out from the trees. Both of them had blank, white faces. No eyes, no nose, nothing.

Mark and Melody's eyes widened with fear and astonishment. Melody's hand went limp. She dropped the flashlight and fell down onto her knees.

When the torch hit the ground, there was a sharp crack. The light flickered, and went out.