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This is a multiple-choice story. Read each section,        decide what should happen next and click the appropriate link.
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Zoe woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of hers and        Twinsens baby girl crying. She nudged Twinsen and whispered in his        ear.
"Its your turn, go on." Twinsen sat up slowly and trudged out over to        the nursery where Chloe was standing holding onto the rail. Twinsen lifted        her gently out of the cot and starting bouncing up and down to calm her        down. Slowly Chloe stopped crying and brought it down to an occasional        whimper. Twinsen and Zoe still lived in the same house that they loved,        even though Twinsen was now rich enough to buy one twice the size. Lots of        people had raised collections for their hero. The wizards and the School        of Magic had done so too. He cast his eyes around the room. Tritons Horn        was hanging off a hook on a wall with all off his other special things,        like the Laser Pistol. The Sabre of Dr. Funfrock which he had picked up        the first time he saved Twinsun rested in a special place on the bookshelf        in full view. Without him noticing Chloe had rested her tiny head against        her famous fathers shoulder. Ever so gently he placed her back into her        cot and covered the blankets over her.
Suddenly he heard a rattle on the window. He glanced across his        shoulder but could see nothing. He felt nothing of it and trudged back in        the direction of the bed. He watched the door knob being turned and heard        a grunt as somebody put their weight against the lock. So as not to        startle Zoe he quietly reached for a tee-shirt and pulled it over his        head. He crept to the door and reached for the set of keys on the ledge        nearby. Holding them together so they wouldn’t clang he silently pulled        out the front door key and put it into the lock. Slowly turning it his        heart was pounding away, he turned until he felt a soft. . .click. He        grasped the door knob with his left hand and after he regained his        composure quickly turned it, pulled open the door and punched out with his        right hand. He looked around but couldn’t see anyone. A shadow fell across        him, blocking the moonlight. A big hand, with a leather glove caught him        round the throat, the other hand following in around the eyes. The        attacker pulled Twinsen to the ground silently, flicked a knife out of his        belt and held it across his victim’s neck.
"Make one false move, or say a single word and you won’t live to regret        it," the attacker whispered menacingly down Twinsen’s ear. "Right lads,        move in and what ever you do, be quiet." Over the bank on the right of the        house three other men dressed in black moved into the house, with guns        held at chest height. Zoe screamed without thinking and one of the men        panicked.
"Shut up," he shouted, "or I’ll put a hole in your head." Zoe threw her        hands in the air. The men worked quickly getting Zoe under control. They        took the crying baby from the cot and stealthily left. The three        kidnappers rushed past their leader with the captives. The leader took a        gun from one of them and using the butt of it as a club he smashed it        across the back of Twinsen’s head. Twinsen fell deep down into a world of        darkness.