[It starts with an untidy bedroom.]
[A tapestry--more like wallpaper, taking up the entirety of a huge and dusty room.]
[And then the rest of the house, one room at a time, moving out, onto the streets of London--]
[And then, darker--dark corridors, and out onto the grounds, the full moon hanging overhead--]
[One final shake of the snowglobe, and the shadows are different, now, there's something else there--]
[And then the woods, a mere blur, flying by with each shake, and then--nothing.]