The key starts glowing, and then it kind of pulls you towards it. It
tugs on your little toe, until you end up shrinking smaller and
smaller. You close your eyes, and when you open them, you are on a
plain. There are people standing around looking skeptical. Then you
hear some gasps. You turn around to see a beautiful sight. The first
flight. You turn around and find that you are back on the sidewalk
again. "Hey, what was that?" The key whispers, "an
example."