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Someone was trying to open the door. I woke up at the creaking of the warped door and the screeching of the battered hinges; I could not remember clearly where I was, but I felt I had not been sleeping for very long. The smell of hay was heavy in my nostrils. High in the gable-wall, right under the ridge, there was an open, square-shaped window, and through it streamed the red rays of the rising sun, swirling with dust-motes. What on earth was I doing here?
The door downstairs went on creaking. I looked around me in the hayloft and saw that I was alone. How had I managed to get here? Then I remembered that I had been sent to see to the mouse. But when I looked around there was neither jug nor plate in sight; nowhere any sign that anyone else had been here except I; not even a scrap of the great London Times. It must all have been a dream, I thought. But if someone finds me here, what will he think? At long last the door was pushed open and a young female voice called out, "Where are you?"