The ground shimmered beneath me and rigid tracks and cracks formed. How could this be happening? I must have been hallucinating, because the young mysterious women suddenly flew up in flames, and disappeared in a flume of heavy, black smoke. Mr Jerome had turned a deathly a deathly white, but his tummy was starting to bulge madly like a saucepan of boiling wate on a stove. I soon understood that he was going to explode, but HOW! I obviously didn't care, because the next moment I was zooming through the choky, humid air and landing in a crumpled heap at the foot of MRS DRABLOWS GRAVE! This wasn't real, it definitely couldn't exist. I let out a deafening howl, which would've made bats look stupid, until I was finally enveloped in infinite nothingness.