You may not be very bright, but you know a threat when you see one. You may perceive virtually everything as a threat, but at least your paranoia helps keep you alive (or comfortable, in your case).
Taking a step back, you scramble away without saying another word, knocking through a crowd of people during your escape. Casualities of war; no sense in checking on them.
You keep running and running, but you soon find yourself lost in the woods. Shuddering from the cold, you look for the exit to this maze of trees and snow. Huh, that's weird; there's a lot more snow around here than back in town. You continue your treck through the dark forest, and you eventually see a light to your left. You rush to it, and there stands a wardrobe. Something about it seems vaguely familiar, as if it's a parody of something or another.
The wardrobe opens, and a gust of wind ruffles your hair.
>> Enter the wardrobe?