I look with regret at the dead body laying on the street among a bunch of broken bottles. Wasn’t fast or decisive enough, didn’t get to the temple on time. Can’t remember what got me at the end. Were the tentacles? Zombies?Flying crabs? Probably all the running around in the cold. My soul, still anchored to this plane, is pulled into the temple. The chaos inside defies description. Dead but not dumb, I look for a place to hide. There’s a bucket nearby, but alas...already occupied. Feeling my window of opportunity closing I dive into the nearest object, a weird statue of a cookie.