The leaves rustled in the wind as I surveyed my surroundings. I was in a vast open garden with trees as tall as houses and lush, green grass. I was happy, I felt safe, but then I saw a flash of scarlet from the corner of the garden. A cushion came whizzing out from a bush as out came my annoying brother, laughing at me as my eyes watered from the sting of the cushion. He ran inside before I could register what he had done. I decided to ignore him and continue my journey. As I sat I could hear the faint sounds of the violin through the trees.