It was a normal summer’s day in Pompeii 79AD. Marcus was lounging in the beautiful open square in the midday sun. Suddenly, a rumble came from under his feet and the ground shook like a bowl of jelly, and buildings slowly started to collapse. Hot flying rocks flew above his head and ash was destroying the town like a tiger hunting down its prey.
Mount Vesuvius erupted and had destroyed life itself in Pompeii. The lucky survivors ran, never looking back. All that was left in the square was a perfect stone cast, made by the ash, of Marcus' sofa (plus his cat!).