Magic

Megan's alone, she's as quiet as a mouse, as she wanders the hallways of Maplethorpe House. Mysterious, moody and always morose, it's as if she is leprous no one can get close. She carries a parcel held tight to her chest, whatever it is she won't share with the rest. How it got through security we'll never know, in this forsaken place where you can't even blow your own nose without matron's say-so, they're so tough, as for personal things... you can't pay them enough! One day she went to open it, to show them what's inside. She said, "It's a Magic Carpet! wanna take it for a ride?" "Right, Megan, 'Magic Carpet,' huh? Next you'll tell us pigs can fly! Go take your carpet outta here, it's pie up in the sky!" So she stole the key from maintenance to the sixth floor laundry room, forced a window, took her rug, but 'stead of plunging to her doom the carpet whisked her up aloft above the sixth floor deck, took her deep into the sunset until she was just a speck!