Icy fingers gripped my arm in the darkness. I fell to the floor, landing on a scarlet red cushion. ” Who’s there?!” I screamed. No answer. My sweaty palms began to clump together. I then felt an icy cold substance being poured over me. I instantly knew I had been watered over with a Coca-Cola. In the distance I could hear a  violin been played. I was a composer, so hearing that sound to be honest, was just plain annoying. I began to be dragged across the cold slippery floor and into a what seemed to be a ice cream truck?