Billy awoke to the strangest noise outside his bedroom door. It sounded like a lamb’s cry remixed with several Don McLean tracks played through a gramophone. Billy made his way hesitantly towards the door. He placed his ear against the wooden divider and was terrified by the amplified sound. He slowly turned the handled and peered through the small gap that was created. Outside he saw a swirling mix of colours so vibrant they almost blinded his unadjusted retinas. It was nothing like the hallway with which Billy was so familiar. He closed the door with haste. Immediately the sound outside changed; the exaggerated chomping of a puppet pretending to eat is all that could be heard. Billy again leant on the brass handle and peered out. He could see the entire cast of Sesame Street completely free from their puppeteers. Count Dracula was explaining algorithms, Elmo was being mocked for his mass sell-out, and Ernie and Bert were having a full-blown punch-on. Billy closed the door on the unexpected scene. Again a change in the environment outside could be heard. This time heavy Brazilian drumming made his whole room shake. Billy couldn’t resist the inviting rhythms; he opened the door. An entire carnival parade could be seen from his bedroom. Scantily clad women and drunken men stretched as far as the eye could see. Although tempted to join the party Billy again closed the door. The heavy beats ceased and dead silence is all that could be heard. Billy was relieved to peer out into his familiar hallway. He walked to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water. He returned to his room and closed the porthole behind him. The sound of Adam Sandler explaining a new script to a team of editors could be heard beyond the door. Billy was overwhelmed with angst. ‘What had become of the universe,’ he thought. ‘Can the world really endure another Adam Sandler flop?’