We were led by Mr. Darcy.
As we hovered over Canada we saw a DANCING FURRY (clad in a polar bear suit) and when we landed, we saw several more. Terrified, I retreated to the nearest cabin. My friend Michael was somehow there and we suddenly remembered that we had to take a picture of one of the Canadian furries for school without them seeing us. One of them saw Michael take a picture of him and then cornered me between two houses.
I woke up just in the nick of time.