I was reading my diary when someone took it. He put it in a mysterious tray and he close it with an ugly key. He gave me a paddle and he told me to work. It was to put sand on an oven. I climb it and a made a strange mix. Also I saw people working like me. I was crying about my diary and also about myself. I try to take the key for take my diary. When I take the diary I go to take the train. It was cold in there!!! I was OK.