Her hand reached out for a torn leather-bound book. As soon as a finger touched the spine of  the book, it gave off a vibrant glow. Up in the air it flew as she chucked  the ancient book  in shock. Pages flew around her. Suddenly, vines and brambles sprung out of each page and started to attack her. Then a low grumble emerged from the elderly man she saw earlier. 

“Help!” she cried, feeling weaker than ever. Suddenly she felt a light tap. Trying to wriggle free to see who tapped her, an arm reached out and grabbed her.  It was a man’s wrinkled hand pulling Isabella out of the vines. 

They stood there face to face in silence.

-Run away.

_Talk to the man.

_Put the book back together.