On this particular sultry summer's afternoon, Anna found herself sprawled face-down on the floor of her bedroom. Having heard a clattering noise from behind the bookcase in the corner, she was now pulling out piles of books and paper from the gap between the floor and the bookcase to investigate. Some of these books had sat there for years, and she sneezed as the dislodged dust drifted into her nose. This was not how she had planned to spend her afternoon off, for the sake of rescuing some pencils or jewellery or toys that had fallen off the top of the bookcase. Or maybe she was about to make acquaintance with some rodent roommates that had previously gone unnoticed?
Anna stretched out her hand to feel for any interesting debris. There were hair ribbons and pins, an old glove that was far too small for her now, and some little hard round things that, when pulled out into the light, turned out to be beads from a broken bracelet rather than something more sinister. She got up onto her ha