You suddenly feel the ground below you start violently shaking. Cleo's hand is shaking nervously, and she starts hyperventaliting. Odd... you didn't think she'd need to breathe... "Um... Cleo?" Suddenly, Cleo jerks her hand up and she starts screaming. "My hand! My hand! It's on fire! Aieeee!" She threw you up into the air and you hit the fan on the roof. The poor mummy is flailing her arm as if it were on fire. She was running around her office, knocking over furniture and decorations alike. You start to wonder what kind of person would do something to make her like this...
Before you could think too much, her panic flipped the switch for the fan. You start spinning around faster and faster around the fan. Something must've broke it because it's going much faster than it's supposed to! The force was too strong for you and you couldn't hold on much longer. You start flying off the fan and start sailing like a rocket toward something you couldn't see...
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