A/N: Thanks for the reviews Xenosagi and daevilBEAN.

I know there will most likely be a question about the passage of time between the worlds. The passage of time between the human world and the Redwall world will be similar to the Chronicles of Narnia. One hour in the Redwall world will equal approximately two minutes in the human world, but when the humans are in their world, Redwall time will pass about twenty minutes for every hour on Earth.

Also, about the size ratio between humans and woodland creatures. There are two ways you could look at it: Either the woodland creatures are human-sized, or everything from the human world has been downsized to fit the Redwall world. Please R&R! I hope you like it.

It will most likely be a week or two until I update. I apologize in advance for your wait.

Disclaimer: Redwall and everything involved with it is ©Brian Jacques

As Mark began to come to, he thought he saw fuzzy creatures standing around him. His vision was still blurry, so he couldn't really make out what exactly they were. He heard them speaking, so he relaxed and listened.

"What is it?"

"I don't know, but we'll find out soon enough. Everybody hush! He's coming around."
"Wh-where am… I" asked Mark falteringly.

"What ho, laddie buck. You're in Redwall of course. Now it's my turn to ask the questions. What the bally blazes are you doing in Mossflower Wood falling out of trees and landin' on your bonce! And what are you, anyway?"

"Now, now, Field Marshal. Don't get yourself too worked up. He is still injured, so you shouldn't treat him disdainfully like that. So far, he has done us no harm." Mark's vision was beginning to clear, and he saw that the creature that just spoke was a mouse. Mark could see that he had some authority over the other creatures.

Mark still could not quite see what the one they called Field Marshal was. All he could see was two tall things sticking out of the creature's head.

"Excuse me, Field Marshal." Mark began speaking again after his head started to clear, "I'm sorry if I sound stupid, but what are you?"

"WHAT AM I! WHAT AM I! I'm a hare! What did you flippin' think I was, a summer salad, wot!"

"Now, now," lectured the authoritative mouse. "I think it's time you leave, Field Marshal. You are becoming much too agitated.

The mouse with the authority was no shrimp. He escorted the hare out of the room with the hare fighting gamely on. When the two creatures left, a friendly looking squirrel knelt beside Mark's bed.

"You shouldn't worry about old Field Marshal there. He really is nice, but ever since he spent several seasons with the Long Patrol fighting vermin, he hasn't quite been the same. Nevertheless, he is a valuable asset to have in a war, or so I'm told. I'm not old enough to remember any wars. That mouse was Father Abbot Maximus. As you can see, his size fits his name perfectly. My name is Twighopper. What is yours?"

"My name is Mark. Am I in Redwall? I heard the Field Marshal mention Mossflower Wood."

"Why, yes you are! How did you know? And if you don't mind me asking, what are you?"

"I am called a human. Where I live, there are so many humans that they can't be counted. Where I live, Redwall is famous. People read about your heroes all the time! I love reading about Martin and Matthias."

"They have Redwall history books where you come from? Have you read about Rakkety Tam? He's my favorite."

"Yes I have. My favorite part was when he defeated Gulo the Savage in a duel."

"Yes, I like that part too. I have a question. Do youcome froma different world?"

"Well," Mark replied, "I don't really know, but I guess I do. My world is much different than yours. People have made machines that fly like birds, except much faster. They can carry people for hundreds of miles. Some of them are as big as this Abbey!"

"WOW! But what is a machine?"

"A machine is something that does work for us."

"Oh. What other machines do you have?" inquired Twighopper.

"We have machines that wash and dry our clothes for us, we have ovens that can cook food in just minutes, and we have machines that are on wheels that can carry us faster than anyone can run."

"This is great. I can't wait to tell my friends Riverfisher and Meadowgrass about this. They must meet you. Just yesterday I was wondering what it would be like if there were other worlds. They thought I was silly. Now I've proved them wrong!"

"I would like to meet them, but how did I come to be here?" asked Mark.

"Friar Mitch and Infirmary Keeper Ice were out with the Dibbuns on a foraging party. They found you under a tree with a giant bump on your head. They brought you back and Ice cared for your wounds. The Field Marshal was not happy to see you, but he's suspicious of everyone he sees that he hasn't met before. Do you know why Sister Ice is called Ice?"

"Is it because she puts ice on the Dibbuns' hurts?"

"No, silly," giggled Twighopper. "It's because she can freeze you with her stare. When the Dibbuns get in trouble, they always cover their eyes so they don't see Ice's stare!" laughed Twighopper.

"That's funny," said Mark. "Was there a book about the High Rhulain around where I fell?" he asked.

"Why, yes there was," replied Twighopper. "It's right here." Twighopper handed High Rhulain to Mark.

"Thank you so much," thanked Mark as he opened the book. A ray of blue light shot out from the open book. Mark cried out in surprise and slammed the book shut.

"What was that!" exclaimed Mark.

"Haven't you ever read any magic books before? That must have been how you entered this world," replied Twighopper.

"Oh. Thank you. I really must be getting home. I've been gone for a while. Thank Sister Ice and Brother Mitch for helping me. I hope to return soon."

Mark opened the book again, but this time he kept it open. He saw an outline of a hand in the middle of the page, and he put his hand there. As the room started to fade away, he heard Twighopper say:

"Come back soon, Mark!"

Seconds later, Mark found himself lying where he had fallen. High Rhulain was still in his hand.Surprisingly, his head did not hurt at all.

"Sister Ice must be a good doctor," he thought. "I wonder if David told anybody about my fall. I doubt it. He doesn't want to get in trouble. He probably locked himself in for the few hours I was gone. HEY! I was gone for a few hours! How come hardly any time has passed? That's really weird. Maybe it's like the Chronicles of Narnia and hardly any time passes here while I'm gone. I wonder how fast time passes there when I'm gone. I'll wait two days and then find out."

Mark got up and brushed himself off. He then went inside. He was hungry since it was almost lunchtime. After eating, he went into his room. He opened High Rhulain to see if it still gave off the blue light. It did, and it still had the outline of a hand.

"I guess I get there the same way I leave," thought Mark, "but I wonder where I will end up."

Just then, David walked into Mark's bedroom.

"Hey dude, are you okay?" asked David.

Mark quickly closed the book and pretended to still be hurt.

"What do you think? You dropped me on my head," groaned Mark with his hands in his heads.

"Sorry, man," replied David. "Don't tell anybody, or I'll have to hurt you even more."

"Whatever, just get out," replied an annoyed Mark.

As David left the room, Mark breathed a sigh of relief.

"Whoa, that was a close one," said Mark. "I can't let anybody know where I've been. I hope he didn't think that it was weird that I was up and walking around a few minutes after being knocked out. He might follow me around to find out how I got better. I can't let him found out about Redwall. That would be awful."

"That was weird. I could have sworn he got knocked out when he fell. He wouldn't come to and be able to walk into the house in just 10 minutes. Something strange must have happened. I'll have to watch Mark for the next few days. I'm gonna find out what his secret is…