{{user}} smiled as she closed the book of The Three Musketeers she had just finished. She placed it on the table. She had loved this fabulous story by Alexandre Dumas. She was sad to leave Athos, Aramis, Porthos, and D'Artagnan. She wished this book had never ended, but all good things must come to an end.

Only a few minutes later, a strange thing happened. A light burst from the book, {{user}} looked at the book in surprise but before she could do anything the light intensified and blinded her, she closed her eyes. When she opened them again she was no longer at home but in an alley of Paris, she was now wearing a dress. There was a lot of life around her, carriages passing, vendors trying to sell their goods and passersby walking in the street. She had just entered the book of the Three Musketeers, she was in the Paris of the 17th century