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Chapter 2: Falling Down the Rabbit Hole

Wilt took a moment to look Satin over. She was one of the more 'human' friends. Her body was proportionate and well formed, with soft lines that suggested movement, even when she was standing still. Long, soft blonde hair fell in waves to her midback, an unusual look for a friend as many simply had fur, not hair. A soft creamy fur covered her body, thinning to peach fuzz on her face and hands. She was very detailed, Wilt noticed. Usually, imaginary friends were real only to the extent of their creator's thought. So, on occasion, there were imaginary friends with skin that looked like fur but wasn't, or who seemed half-finished . . . Incomplete, as thoughts often are. Satin, however, was flawless. It seemed that every shadow of every hair stood out in sharp relief against her skin. Her green eyes seemed like a doll's, each painted detail an allusion to a greater thing, yet deep in their own respects. Long, large bat-like ears whisked gently forward at distant sounds of the house. Each ear was tufted at the tip with a puff of black fur that fluttered in an almost comical way.

It took Wilt a moment to become adjusted to her clothing, it was so normal, so human . . . So out of place on an imaginary friend. She wore a conservative outfit of a white turtle neck and knee-length black pleated skirt which she smoothed out self-consciously with a slender child-like free hand. He noticed that she wore no shoes and that her tiny paw-feet were stained dark from walking. With a twitch of her little black nose, she looked up at him, "Um . . . Where should I go?"

Wilt smiled broadly in what he hoped was a comforting way and replied, "I can show you if you want. The house is kinda big, so it hard to give directions."

Satin smiled weakly and nodded, "That would be nice, thank you."

"We'll go see Mister Herriman first, he takes care of Fosters. We've had a lot of imaginary friends come in recently and he's been very strict about assigning rooms." he noticed her struggling with her suitcases and bent to retrieve them, "Here, let me get those for you."

Satin nodded, "Thanks a lot. They're pretty heavy."

Wilt lifted the two suitcases with a little strain, "You're telling me. What's in these?"

"Clothes." she replied softly, her ears drooping a little.

Wilt could see the tears welling up in her eyes and immediately stepped up to fix it, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."

Taking a white handkerchief out of her pocket, she brushed it quickly across her eyes, "It's all right, you couldn't have known it would upset me. I'm sorry for being so depressed it's just . . ."

Wilt nodded, "No need to explain, we all go through it. Now let's go see about getting you a room, is that okay?"

Satin smiled a little brighter this time, "Yes, that would be fine."

The pair wandered through the enormous halls, passing imaginary friends on the way. Satin observed the creatures in interest, noticing that each was unique in their own way. She had seen other imaginary friends numerous times but she'd always wondered if there weren't others who bore some resemblance to herself. Now, faced with all these odd, unnatural creatures, she felt lonely and afraid. Biting her lip as she glanced up at her guide, she realized that he was just as odd as the others and yet he was kind. Her fear deflated itself a bit at the thought, they couldn't all be bad, not if he was anything to measure them by. She smiled to herself at the thought of anyone 'measuring up' to him, he was so tall and gangly . . . She didn't even reach his waist.

They came to a stop outside of a large pair of business-like French doors. Inside someone with a polished English accent roared, "I WILL NOT STAND FOR SUCH NONSENSE IN THIS HOUSE! IT IS IMPERATIVE THAT ALL MEMBERS OF FOSTERS ABIDE BY THE RULES! NO EXCEPTIONS WILL BE MADE!" then, in a quieter tone followed, "Master Mac, I suggest that you control your friend during your visits. I'm afraid that his hyper-excited state may be caused by your presence."

Suddenly, an obscenely annoying whine piped up from one of the other occupants of the room, apparently, the friend in question, "But he's my best friiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeend! My creeeeeeeaaaaaatoooooooor! Of course I'm exciiiiiiiiited!"

"We're so sorry Mister Herriman! It won't happen again!" piped up another voice, followed by the double doors flying open and two knee-high characters knocking both Satin and Wilt to the floor. The two suitcases skittered away from Wilt's hands and slammed into the far wall. Before Satin had a chance to sit up a pair of red hands were helping her up. She looked up into the face of Wilt, "Hey there, you okay?"

Satin nodded wordlessly.

"I'm sorry about them." Wilt looked up at someone as he helped Satin to her feet.

"Yeah, we're really sorry." came a voice from the vicinity of her knees.

Satin looked down into the face of a young human boy with shaggy brown hair and large eyes.

"Speak for yourself!" said an obnoxious voice Satin recognized from the other side of the door.

A blue blob leaned out from behind the boy, "They wouldn't have gotten knocked over if they weren't in our way."

The boy rolled his eyes, "Bloo, don't be so mean. She's new."

"And rookies should know their place!" The blob announced.

Satin felt a little hurt at this but remained silent, unsure of what to do. Maybe she was wrong, maybe Wilt was the only nice imaginary friend in Fosters . . .

"That's not fair Bloo, we didn't know you were going to come running out of Mister Herriman's office." Wilt said suddenly.

Satin glanced up at him in surprise, she'd almost forgotten he was there.

The boy stepped forward and held out his hand, "Sorry about him," he said, nodding his head at Bloo, "He's my imaginary friend. I'm Mac."

Satin accepted his hand, he seemed nice enough, "I'm Satin. Are you dropping him off?"

Mac shook his head, "No, he already lives here."

Satin tried to hide the stricken look on her face and Mac grinned, "He's not so bad once you get used to him."

"Of course! What else could I be, being the best imaginary friend ever?" Bloo struck a pose, gloating.

Satin raised one slender eyebrow at Mac who grinned, "He's always like that."

Wilt nodded, "Yeah, he is."

"Well, come'on Mac, we gotta-" Bloo began only to be interrupted by the other occupant of the office thumping his way outside.

"Master Mac, Blooregard, I would like to remind you that there is to be no running in the halls and that that is no way to exit an office."

Satin stared for a moment. This was the friend that ran the household? A giant bunny? A bunny? She had expected something more intimidating, something frightening maybe but . . . A bunny?

The monocled rabbit turned to look in her direction, "Master Wilt, who is your companion?"

Wilt looked down at Satin, "Oh, this is Satin, she just arrived. She wants to know where she should stay."

The rabbit leaned forward and offered his paw to the friend, "Greeting, Miss Satin, and welcome to the house. If you'll step into my office we'll find a suitable room for your stay."

Satin looked up at Wilt, unsure, after remembering all the screaming she'd heard earlier she was a bit intimidated by the bunny. Wilt smiled reassuringly, "I'll wait here for you if you like."

Satin nodded, "Thank you."

Then she followed Mister Herriman through the French doors, feeling very much like Alice stepping through the looking glass.