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Jasmine's eyelids flutter. Her fingers brush along the snowy ground as she drags them to her throbbing temple. Her face contorts in pain as she sits cross-legged, pondering on her whereabouts and what had happened before she passed out. The scene of the accident is played in her mind and her current whereabouts, however, remains elusive.

Jasmine presumes that she is in some kind of forest. After a few minutes, she realizes that she, somehow, arrived here some time she fainted. How did I get here? She wonders. Could someone--her thought is cut off as she studies her surroundings, --Or something-dragged me here all the way from my car? She rubs her chin and ponders a little more. Speaking of which, where is my car? Jasmine rises slowly and as soon as she erects her back, she is automatically stapled to the ground.

Scrutinizing the vicinity, she realizes that she doesn't know which route to take. "Where do I go from here?" She mumbles to herself, her eyes darting from a corner to another. Her legs take few steps forward. Abruptly, she stops. She bites her lower lip as she hesitates to go on. What if I step-or worse, fall into something as I traipse around? Jasmine ambles around as she searches for a long stick. Once her sharp eyes catch the sight of one, her hands snatch it quickly.

Jasmine studies the stick, one hand holding it up and the other brushes it from top to bottom. This one will do just fine. "O' great stick. Lead me with your full guidance." And with that, she starts rambling around the forest with hopes of discovering a way out.

Jasmine wends her way out of the thick bushes. When she finally manages to get out, a quaint building which stands twenty feet or thereabouts in front of her comes into view. Overflowing with curiosity, she approaches the building with the stick leading her as if her sense of sight is impaired.

Now, the building is only a few feet away. Funny, she thinks. What's a building doing in the middle of nowhere? Jasmine begins prodding her stick at the gray concrete building. It doesn't seem deserted. She cranes her neck and notices a small window a few inches above her head. Jasmine cast a glance at her right and sees a row of window at the same level as this one. More rows of windows are seen above that particular row of window.

Jasmine stands on her toes so that she can get a peek of the building's interior. When she does though, she tries to convince herself that her eyes are deceiving her; playing tricks on her mind for what she has lay her eyes upon leaves her in a daze: elves! Santa's elves-she assumes-working their socks off as they prepare presents that are to be delivered to kids all around the world. The sounds of the elves bustling around are muted through the windows.

Is my head still suffering the migraine that might've caused by the accident? I did hit my head pretty hard...Jasmine cocks her head to one side and ponders this.

"Hey!" A gruff voice cuts through the wall of silence.

Jasmine whirls round. Her eyes widen. Her jaw unhinges. She is immediately shocked into a marble stance for the man in front of her is Santa Clause himself!

The man, Santa approaches Jasmine. Jasmine instinctively moves backward but there is not much space between the building wall and her back. He grips Jasmine's hand tightly, his nails digging into her skin. His eyes bore into hers as he speaks.

"Why are you snoopin' around here, doll?"

"I--I--You're--Aren't you--?" Jasmine's words trip and cut one another off.

Santa rolls his eyes. "Yes. I am Santa Claus. I exist. Bla, bla, bla--end of story." He keeps his voice monotonous as he talks.

Jasmine blinks a few times, trying to digest the situation she is in.

"Speechless? Nothin' else to say? Now come with me," Santa begins dragging her into the building.

In the building filled with little elves, Jasmine is being seated on a red armchair.

"Why are you here when you're not supposed to?" Santa interrogates. His followers, the elves, clamors the same thing. Jasmine just stares at them in a daze, waiting for silence to fill the air. And when that happens, she asks them one thing.

"Why are you all asking me? Shouldn't you all be at the North Pole?"

Santa narrows his eyes at Jasmine. Jasmine's eyes flit across the room as contemptuous glares from Santa's little helpers drill into her. "You've been naughty haven't you?"

"This is a restricted area. I'm sure you had seen a 'no entry' sign somewhere around," another elf says.

Jasmine recalls a sight of a 'no entry' sign that she spotted before. Her eyebrows raise themselves inadvertently. She opens her mouth to explain herself but before even one syllable could escape from her mouth, one of the elves interjects, "Well, we know just what to do with naughty intruders like you!"

Santa, along with his elves, motion closer to Jasmine, his shadow looming above her. The elves tie her hands and legs, ignoring her demurring protests. After that, they drag her into a dark room. "What are you doing?" Her voice quivers as she throws the question at the elves and Santa.

Santa let out an enigmatic grin. "You'll see," he replies cryptically, a sense of foreboding creeping into his voice. The door closes with an ominous click. The bright shaft of light that entered the room disappears. Darkness consumes the room and its content along with the deathly silence it brings. Jasmine hears something moving towards her. Her heart rockets against her ribs. Cold sweats trickle down her face. She can feel somebody's labored breaths on her skin.

From outside the room, Jasmine's earsplitting shriek can be heard. Smiles of contentment are etched on Santa and the elves' faces. "Let's get back to work now!" Santa's voice boomed and the elves continue preparing for Christmas.

Description
Jasmine's eyelids flutter. Her fingers brush along the snowy ground as she drags them to her throbbing temple. Her face contorts in pain as she sits cross-legged, pondering on her whereabouts and what had happened before she passed out. The scene of the accident is played in her mind and her current whereabouts, however, remains elusive.

Jasmine presumes that she is in some kind of forest. After a few minutes, she realizes that she, somehow, arrived here some time she fainted. How did I get here? She wonders. Could someone--her thought is cut off as she studies her surroundings, --Or something-dragged me here all the way from my car? She rubs her chin and ponders a little more. Speaking of which, where is my car? Jasmine rises slowly and as soon as she erects her back, she is automatically stapled to the ground.

Scrutinizing the vicinity, she realizes that she doesn't know which route to take. "Where do I go from here?" She mumbles to herself, her eyes darting from a corner to another. Her legs take few steps forward. Abruptly, she stops. She bites her lower lip as she hesitates to go on. What if I step-or worse, fall into something as I traipse around? Jasmine ambles around as she searches for a long stick. Once her sharp eyes catch the sight of one, her hands snatch it quickly.

Jasmine studies the stick, one hand holding it up and the other brushes it from top to bottom. This one will do just fine. "O' great stick. Lead me with your full guidance." And with that, she starts rambling around the forest with hopes of discovering a way out.

Jasmine wends her way out of the thick bushes. When she finally manages to get out, a quaint building which stands twenty feet or thereabouts in front of her comes into view. Overflowing with curiosity, she approaches the building with the stick leading her as if her sense of sight is impaired.

Now, the building is only a few feet away. Funny, she thinks. What's a building doing in the middle of nowhere? Jasmine begins prodding her stick at the gray concrete building. It doesn't seem deserted. She cranes her neck and notices a small window a few inches above her head. Jasmine cast a glance at her right and sees a row of window at the same level as this one. More rows of windows are seen above that particular row of window.

Jasmine stands on her toes so that she can get a peek of the building's interior. When she does though, she tries to convince herself that her eyes are deceiving her; playing tricks on her mind for what she has lay her eyes upon leaves her in a daze: elves! Santa's elves-she assumes-working their socks off as they prepare presents that are to be delivered to kids all around the world. The sounds of the elves bustling around are muted through the windows.

Is my head still suffering the migraine that might've caused by the accident? I did hit my head pretty hard...Jasmine cocks her head to one side and ponders this.

"Hey!" A gruff voice cuts through the wall of silence.

Jasmine whirls round. Her eyes widen. Her jaw unhinges. She is immediately shocked into a marble stance for the man in front of her is Santa Clause himself!

The man, Santa approaches Jasmine. Jasmine instinctively moves backward but there is not much space between the building wall and her back. He grips Jasmine's hand tightly, his nails digging into her skin. His eyes bore into hers as he speaks.

"Why are you snoopin' around here, doll?"

"I--I--You're--Aren't you--?" Jasmine's words trip and cut one another off.

Santa rolls his eyes. "Yes. I am Santa Claus. I exist. Bla, bla, bla--end of story." He keeps his voice monotonous as he talks.

Jasmine blinks a few times, trying to digest the situation she is in.

"Speechless? Nothin' else to say? Now come with me," Santa begins dragging her into the building.

In the building filled with little elves, Jasmine is being seated on a red armchair.

"Why are you here when you're not supposed to?" Santa interrogates. His followers, the elves, clamors the same thing. Jasmine just stares at them in a daze, waiting for silence to fill the air. And when that happens, she asks them one thing.

"Why are you all asking me? Shouldn't you all be at the North Pole?"

Santa narrows his eyes at Jasmine. Jasmine's eyes flit across the room as contemptuous glares from Santa's little helpers drill into her. "You've been naughty haven't you?"

"This is a restricted area. I'm sure you had seen a 'no entry' sign somewhere around," another elf says.

Jasmine recalls a sight of a 'no entry' sign that she spotted before. Her eyebrows raise themselves inadvertently. She opens her mouth to explain herself but before even one syllable could escape from her mouth, one of the elves interjects, "Well, we know just what to do with naughty intruders like you!"

Santa, along with his elves, motion closer to Jasmine, his shadow looming above her. The elves tie her hands and legs, ignoring her demurring protests. After that, they drag her into a dark room. "What are you doing?" Her voice quivers as she throws the question at the elves and Santa.

Santa let out an enigmatic grin. "You'll see," he replies cryptically, a sense of foreboding creeping into his voice. The door closes with an ominous click. The bright shaft of light that entered the room disappears. Darkness consumes the room and its content along with the deathly silence it brings. Jasmine hears something moving towards her. Her heart rockets against her ribs. Cold sweats trickle down her face. She can feel somebody's labored breaths on her skin.

From outside the room, Jasmine's earsplitting shriek can be heard. Smiles of contentment are etched on Santa and the elves' faces. "Let's get back to work now!" Santa's voice boomed and the elves continue preparing for Christmas.