Again?

Pat followed the yarn rapidly now. He was frightened, being led by a hunter much to dispicable and cunning to be human. He was sprinting now, and panting hard. He had to go on; the curiosity was killing him. He came to a clearing in the bushes. In the middle of the little grove was a glass elevator.

'What is this doing here?' thought Pat. But yet again, he asked himself, what was he doing here? He pressed the up button. The elevator dinged automatically as he stepped inside. He was nearly knocked off his feet as the glass vessel rocketed upward. The g-forces were almost too much as he reached for the 'stop' button.

Pat slammed on the tiny, silver disk and the elevator screeched to a halt. The doors opened and Pat crawled outside. In a corner by a full length mirror, pat found a box. The box had reindeer and snowman patterns on it and was topped off with a big red bow. He carefully undid the package, placing the big red bow sticky-side in on the mirror.

As he lifted the lid he gasped in amazement. Here was his sweater, which was destroyed all so long ago. The yarn, he supposed, was from somebody he knew quite well... Before the mental picture of the person popped into his brain, two armed guards came out of a hidden door and shot their pistols at him, which popped into his brain.