Alison Lidle was playing soccer with herself.
Her mother had chased her out of doors saying it was a lovely day and she needed to get some exercise, so Alison dutifully went into the yard and began kicking a soccer ball up and down the lawn. She was growing bored.
"It's no fun playing soccer by yourself, of course," she remarked to the soccer ball, "but it's the middle of spring break and nobody else is home. Not that I have anyone else."
Angry with that last statement, Alison kicked the ball harder than she intended to, her sneaker flying off her foot and the ball zooming through the open gate.
"Argh! I hate this game. Why couldn't the ball be holographic or attached to a string or something so it wouldn't get lost?" Alison grumbled and ran after the ball.
The ball was proving to be very elusive, zigzagging, circling and speeding up suddenly. It finally stopped at a storm drain a few blocks away from Alison's house.
As she ran to get it, however, it decided to roll into the drain. Alison listened, but no thud or splash came.
"Must be a deep drain," she said to herself.
After a second of consideration, Alison pushed away all rational thoughts and jumped into the drain.
"AAAAAAAA Wait, I'm not falling, I'm floating in a slightly downward motion. This isn't so bad. Hey look, a pony!" Indeed, a pony floated past, followed by a bag of potato chips and a lacy pink bed. Other objects flew by too, each more random than the last. Alison rearranged her floating self to sit on the bed and found it relatively comfortable before continuing to float.
"I wonder how far down I am and how long I've been going," Alison mentioned to a passing book. Then, because she liked Math, she added, "I wonder what constant rate I'm traveling at." The passing book, which turned out to be a math textbook, flipped open to an answer sheet where the answer to the first problem was 100, the second 28 minutes, and the third 10kmph. (AN: I just made those up off the top of my head, idk and idc whether or not they're right.)
"What an unusual coincidence!" Alison said.
"You are in the Tunnel of Coincidences," A disembodied voice echoed. "All things here are related to one another by an extraordinary possibility."
Alison was so unnerved by this she said nothing.
A few minutes later she landed in a pile of brightly colored pairless socks with a thump.
"Socks!" Alison exclaimed, climbing out of the pile. "Why socks?"
"Because," The Disembodied Voice replied, "These are all the world's socks that have been eaten by driers and deposited down here."
"So THAT'S where my socks go! Do you mind if I look through that pile, TDV?"
"Er, why are you asking me? I'm not in charge, I just know everything." TDV answered in a confused voice.
Alison took off her own mismatched socks (1 red -and- yellow patterned, 1 blue -and- purple) and compared them to some socks in the pile. Surprisingly, the 5th sock she checked matched the blue-and-purple sock, and Alison happily exchanged the red-and-yellow sock for that one.
With new matching socks, Alison looked around the room she was in for her soccer ball, having remembered it at last. As soon as she spotted it, however, the ball grew limbs and ran out of the room. Alison gasped and raced to follow it. She burst through an open door way to arrive in...
"This is the strangest forest I've ever seen," She marveled.
AN: Where is she? What happens next? DundunDUNNN! I won't update until I get proof that someone's actually reading this, because if no one's reading there's no point.