You flip through the Bible at random, not knowing where to turn, but perhaps somehow hoping for divine intervention. Before you've had the opportunity to look at more than a handful of verses, however, the library door bursts open, startling you and causing you to drop the book.

Turning, you are confronted by an unruly mob of .... peasants? many of whom are armed, such as it were, with pitchforks, threshing flails, and torches. Singularly, their chant is "Kill the witch!"

It's only when they reach for you, roughly grabbing your delicate arms, and hauling you from the house, that you realize they mean you. You struggle, but are no match for the strength of the mindless horde. Within scant minutes, you find yourself trussed up, bound tightly to a tall pole, around which the villagers -- did you get sent to the past as well as transformed? -- toss firewood and kindling.

The question of whether you're in the past or an alternate world becomes moot very quickly, as they waste no time in lighting the pyre. Never in your wildest dreams did you ever imagine that you would end your life burnt at the stake, 'guilty' of being a witch.

Your last thought, as the flames lick the fabric of your gown and char your flesh ... But if I go to the afterlife as a woman...! And then, you mercifully know no more.