Something’s following me. It’s playing a game of cat and mouse. The dangerous thing — it knows it’s the cat. Wake up. Wake UP!

No luck.

My strides extend. Before I realize, I’m running down a hallway through shafts of icy moonlight. I should never have come here. I will never wake.

“Ay mate, watcha doin’ here,” a vaguely Australian-sounding voice says behind me. I turn to see a giant skull peering through the castle window at me. I’m speechless. “You shouldn’t be here.” He reaches his hand through, beckoning me to climb on. “Quickly now.” Better this than whatever prowls within these walls, I think to myself.

Such was how I would meet the Skeleton King.