(Meanwhile in another place, a Russian wizard misses a spell. After hundreds of reflections through windows, lakes, mirrors, pans... it ended up at your place oh so conveniently.)

As you were in the living room after placing dough in an oven a magical beam hit it and flashed the entire apartment. Everything seemed fine in your apartment, though as soon as you went into the kitchen, you could hear panicked whimpering and a young girl crying out to "Let her out...!"

You hesitantly go to the oven with something banging the door pathetically, the place where you baked your bread in, open it hesitantly... and saw a cute, orange foxgirl with pathetic, adorable, welled up tears in her eyes as she was dusted in flour and covered in bread crumbs.