I could hear my heart pounding as I paced the room. Just leg it, but real casual. I didn’t want to trigger another immune response. Just stroll out of here, join the crowd and catch some art. That sounds like a way better afternoon than this nightmare.

I walked to the entrance and cautiously looked out and down the corridor. I caught sight of The Jaques as he marched towards the gallery. I quickly retreated inside and placed one hand on the wall. A ripping sound punctuated my fall as the wall tore apart, and I fell across the threshold.

Use the comments below; Where did we fall? Do we stay? Should we head back and face the music?

A photo of a wormhole opening inside a post modern art gallery, framed like a Wes Anderson film