Alice was falling. Her sky blue skirt billowed around her knees as she tumbled, grasping for something, anything. Nothing. The young girl was surrounded by smooth walls of impenetrable dark brown soil. Nothing stuck out. No roots, no crumbling ledges of dirt. The hole was wide, perhaps three meters in diameter. Things fell past Alice at varying directions and velocities. Several clocks, books, and even a grand piano! Alice managed to grab one of the books, which was titled Several Ways of Taming Your Very Own Gillywobble.
What a very odd-sounding book, thought Alice as she released it into the abyss. She was a very articulate young girl, to be sure, but one would never know it if one met her on the street. She looked like a perfectly average, normal child. However, Alice was quite bright, although no one, not even herself, had yet figured that out.
Meanwhile, Alice kept falling for what was a very long time, and yet she still fell...
Down...
Down...
Down...