Anna was quite used to falling. She fell all the time; she was a clutz like that. but usually when she fell, Anna hit something. The floor; the table; a wall. But this time, she didn't hit anything. It was like she'd fallen off of a cliff instead of off a curb. There was just the sickinging, stomach dropping feeling of falling. There was no sound of swerving cars and blaring horns, which was strange even when someone wasn't falling into the street. When she'd fallen, Anna had closed her eyes, as most did when they're startled. Now she slowly opened them. She was falling all right, tumbling through darkness smeared with bright colors and shapes. Like someone had splattered bright photographs throughout the darkness and she was barely seeing them as she dropped like a stone in water. A strangely colored animal in a tree; faces and figures. Then, for one terrifying moment, she was engulfed in darkness. Frigid, choking, silent darkness. Then, Anna finally hit something. Pain resounded through her and she decended into a new kind of darkness, a far more welcoming darkness that promised respite from the pain of hitting something. When Anna woke, it was to pain. Her head, her back, her ribs. Everything hurt like she'd been hit by a truck. That's how she knew she wasn't dead. She slowly opened her eyes, and the blinding light above her made her head scream; like it was splitting in two. After an agonizing moment the pain faded to an ach and she could make out a blurry green shape swaying lazily above her. She squinted her eyes as she tried to make sense of it, and her vision slowly sharpened. She was on her back, staring up a leaves dancing lazily as the sunlight filtered through it. It was such a lovely site, it took her a moment to realize the problem. She wasn't in the city anymore. She slowly pulled herself to her feet, bracing herself against a tree. Between her head and her ribs, when she finally got to a standing position she counted herself lucky she didn't vomit. When she was fairly sure she wasn't going to be sick, she looked around her. There were no paths, no buildings, and no noise. The city was gone and replaced by thick forestry. For some reason, even thought she knew she should be panicking, she found herself thinking about Alice in Wonderland. Curiouser and curiouser, as Alice would say. Anna half expected to see a white rabbit. But that was noncense of course; Anna was a very sensible person. Alice in Wonderland was just a story, nothing more. She wasn't sure how long she stood there before she realized she should move. She had to find someone. She needed help. The first step was agonizing, but it slowly got better after that. Each limping step hurt still, but she consoled herself by thinking of the good food she'd eat when she got home. As she crested a hill she was daydreaming about chocolate ice cream, and she almost missed the house. It was a tiny thing, looking almost magical in the green around it. The little yellow house with white trim was pristine, and the white fence was perfect. It looked like a fairy tale, but all Anna cared about was a phone. She pounded on the door for a long while. A house this well taken care of, someone must live here! She reached for the handle, then hesitated. It would be rude just to walk in, but she was desperate. Finally she pushed the door open. The exact oppisite of the outside; the inside of the house was decrepit and dust covered. The furniture was falling apart and the floor was full of holes. But that's not what Anna saw. Thats not what made her scream. There, in the middle of of the floor, was a rotting corpse. The half eaten remains of a gigantic white rabbit in a torn up waist coat stared up at her with dead eyes. I'm late, I'm late, for a very important date, no time to say hello, goodbye! I'm late I'm late I'm late!