You're flying away...
You don't know what to do from there. You run as fast as you can, and
you find yourself flying! Maybe your ancestors were witches and
warlocks? You're starting to think like the people of Salem, and that
can't be good. So you're a flying witch, and you're in Salem, in the
1600's. What's wrong with this picture?Well,you fly until you're tired
of it, and you go to grab the moldy ticket. Its not there! Oh, no!
What do you do next?
