With the book in hand, the letters on the spine reorganize themselves to spell, "Not Right". The smell of burnt flesh wafts into your nostrils as the world around you is suddenly engulfed in flames. The entire village is ablaze, and so are you. You run frantically toward the stone well in the center of the settlement, flames burn your lungs with each heaving breath. The pain is unbearable. Without hesitation, you dive headlong into the cool blackness of the well. Darkness flashes, and you are once again back in the library.