An array of squeals, bells, rattles and shrieks rang out. Face white Papa reached for them as something flashed out from amongst the lock trap, winding around his leg, wrenching him off his feet as it wound back in the blink of an eye.

Mama gripped Mila tighter, her voice breaking on a note of despair, 'ZAYCK!'

In the centre of the ceiling held by his ankles, hung Papa.

Mama's energy holding Mila clutched even tighter as Mama set her on the ground then stood and ...