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Down The Rabbit Hole, We Go

"There are some people who live in a dream world, and there are some who face reality; and then there are those who turn one into another." ~ Douglas Everett

It started snowing heavily right outside of portland. Anna had warned me they were expecting bad weather, so I had dressed accordingly and prepared myself for it. Unfortunately, all I could continue to wonder was how far outside the Los Angeles city limits I had been when she finally fessed up and told Josh where I was going.

My need to get as far away as possible had forced me to caffeinate all night and drive straight through. I still ended up having to get a room at a hotel lodge a little under two hours from home in Eugene because I couldn't make it the whole way. The idea that I had to stop disappointed me, but I didn't have much of a choice when things became white-out conditions.

"Hey Elane, it's Bella," I said into my phone as I stood in the lobby after checking in. "I um... I just wanted to return your call. I know, I'm a week late. I'm sorry. I.... uh, well, I was going to surprise you, I'm on my way to portland now. Unfortunately because of the snow, I've had to get a hotel for the evening. Just wanted to let someone know where I was, but don't tell dad yet, I still want to surprise him. Um... yeah okay, well, see you soon. Bye." I hung up my phone and sighed, looking out into the white flakes falling relentlessly and unforgivingly in massive amounts outside the bay window.

I got a dinner validation ticket for staying at the hotel and not wanting to sit in my room me,myself and my thoughts; I decided to bare the storm and walk next door to the diner after changing into something warmer. "Random stupid winter storms," I mumbled under my breath as I crossed through the rocks and brush not wanting to walk all the way to the road to take the sidewalk. After almost falling twice, my foot finally caught something and I tumbled towards the ground.

It was the most bizarre feeling, that fall. It was the opposite of slow motion, it seemed to happen even faster, but I didn't hit the ground when I expected to... instead I kept going and when I finally did hit everything went dark...

*~*~*~*~*

"After such a fall as this, I shall think nothing of tumbling downstairs!" ~ Alice

*~*~*~*~*

It was warm and I needed that warmth. I longed for it. I heard the crackle of a fire place and my eyes shot open.

I don't know what I had expected... maybe to be lying on the couch in the lobby of the hotel after someone had found my limp body in the bushes? Which would be logical. However, I never expected to open my eyes only to consider that I might actually be dead, but when I looked around the room and the renaissance came to mind I highly considered the possibility.

"Oh, you're finally awake." Said a short stout woman who looked to be in her mid forties. "You should really lie back down though, you've got quite a bump on your head." Her British accent was so thick I had to concentrate profusely on her words.

"Um, right..." I winced as I brought my hand up to touch the right side of my head. "I'm sorry.... where am I?" I was so confused.

"You're at the Morghew Manor. Mr Thoroupe and his son found you passed out in the woods. Looks as if you took a pretty hard fall and hit your head on a rock." She sat beside me and lightly pushed me back forcing me to lie down before bringing a cold rag to my head.

I pondered over what she had said. I didn't remember any manors in Eugene, not that I'd ever been there accept to stay at the hotel on occasion passing through.

The woman sighed heavily and I looked at her, meeting her indifferent face, "We're going to have to do something about your clothes. I've never seen such atrocities." She shook her head. I furrowed my eyebrow and looked down. I knew ugg boots were a little 2002, but dark denim jeans and north face didn't much go out of style in the past twenty-four hours that I knew about. I turned my head back to her about to speak when she spoke first.

"Oh, don't worry dear, my daughter Maggie is about your size so it's no problem. When you're feeling better we'll just get you something of hers." She smiled. I looked down then to see what she was wearing and again sixteenth century England popped out at me like a jack in the box. My eyes widened.

I sat up instantly, almost falling over from the florescent stars in my vision and looked around the room again, "Where am I?"

"I just told you, the Morghew Manor. In Tenterden." She shook her head, "Maybe the fall was worse than we thought." she mumbled to herself.

I laughed dryly, "No.... I mean where... as in town, city, country." I was panicking and I didn't understand why but something told me this wasn't right.

"Tenterden, Kent... England my dear." She furrowed her brow at me and shook her head. I gasped and stumbled to my feet, grabbing my head and ignoring the pain. I started to turn in circles taking in the room. It was beautiful. Who ever they were they had an amazing interior designer and obviously had money. I was starting to wonder if this was some sort of joke though... if I should run for the door... only to find it dead bolted three times over and turn to find little miss muffet holding a machete.

"Are you okay?" She stood, looking genuinely concerned.

"What year is it?" I said randomly. I knew what year it was, but as soon as I said "2009" She replied at the same time "1535". I stared at her in shock.

"Date?" I asked.

We both said "March 7th" at the same time. Well, at least that was the same...

I started at her, backing towards the opposing wall by the fireplace. When I felt the cold stone hit my back I sunk to the floor and turned my head towards the fire to see flames peak outward towards the center of the room.

"I'm dead..." I whispered, that was the only logical response to me in this moment. Whether it meant literately in this moment or soon to be by the old lady who lived in a shoe across the room.

"No your not my dear, you're fine. You just had a bump on the head and are probably confused." She tried to reassure me, but she didn't walk towards me.

"You have no idea." I shook my head.

"Well... do you remember your name? At least?" She shrugged.

I looked up to find her waiting for a response.

"Annabella," I said after a moment, "but I prefer Bella." I wondered afterwards when I'd become so willing to give a possible murderer such information. Maybe I was suicidal.

She shook her head in encouragement though, "See," she smiled lightly. "That's a start!" She walked towards me then. The woman seemed relatively harmless and I started to feel guilty for having imagined her hurting me, but I had a feeling I wouldn't be getting much sleep anytime soon.

Just then something moved into the doorway. "Hi mum, how is she?" A petite bronze haired girl walked in, who couldn't have been more than a teenager. She froze when she spotted me on the floor, I must have clearly looked terrified.

"A little shook up, I think," the woman looked at her and back to me.

"Hi," the girl smiled. "I'm Maggie," she walked towards me and I stood slowly.

"Hi," I said quietly after a moment.

Just then a taller blonde haired boy came through the door and we all turned to look at him.

"And sleeping beauty has risen," He said with a huge smile walking towards the woman to give her a hug. "Hi mum."

We all just glanced around at each other for a long moment before the boy spoke, "I'm Adam by the way." He smiled again. The woman and the young girl moved to the windows and opened the heavy drapes, allowing more light to shine in the windows. I hadn't noticed it was actually daytime.

"Hi," I nodded before moving back to the bed where I had been lying.

I sat there for a long moment taking in my surroundings, including the way the three in front of me where dressed. I don't know what happened when I fell in the rocks by the hotel, but Toto... we're not in Kansas anymore...

"What was that sunshine?" The tall blonde hair boy asked putting more wood in the fireplace.

My head snapped up, "oh... um, just thinking to myself... out loud... apparently..."

He laughed a contagious laugh like one I'd never heard and I couldn't help but smile in response.

Maggie came to sit beside me, "So how are you feeling?"

"Umm, well... fine, I guess," I nodded. I was far from fine.

"Would you like to get changed into something... else?" She said eyeing my pants.

I didn't know what had happened... where I really was or what was going to come of this situation, but something told me I didn't have a choice but to comply. Otherwise they might decide to just burn my pants while they were still on me.

I looked at her, but after a moment I nodded, "sure."

*~*~*~*~*

My first day with the Thoroupes was interesting to say the least. Maggie gave me a few dresses including one she said was "for everyday use". All I could think of was Steven Conjocaru calling it an absolute massacre of fashion - but apparently even if this was my dream, I didn't get to make those sorts of decisions.

I had asked to be excused from dinner and was shown to my new temporary room at which point I'd finally come to the conclusion I must still be asleep. That maybe I was in a coma and having some bizarre out of body slash alternate world experience.

That was until I woke up at 8 am to find myself still in sixteenth century England and wearing an Oscar-fashion-nightmare of an outfit. I immediately canvassed the room for a pair of ruby red glass slippers and started muttering to myself for my fairy godmother to come out from hiding.

I laughed dryly at the idea eventually and realized if I didn't calm down I was seriously going to go off the deep end. With the way my luck was going, tomorrow I'd wake up in an asylum fingering "Don't say a word" across four white walls in between rocking back and fourth in the middle of the floor.

I eventually finished getting dressed, thankful that I at least had my purse. Meaning a hair brush, deodorant and my travel tooth brush and tooth paste at my expense - having a feeling if I asked for one they'd look at me like I were a four eyed Cyclops. When I finally stood in front of the mirror to view the damage, I decided the dress wasn't that bad. It was very elegant "I'm going to work in the garden today" wench. I rolled my eyes. I really need to be rescued from my own thoughts... I shook my head as I opened the door to my room to find a tiny girl standing on the other side.

"Hiya," She said a huge grin spreading across her face.

"Hello there..." I said squatting down in front of her before wondering if that was a good idea. She was adorable in her little mini wench-like dress with no shoes on. She was holding a cloth doll and her hair was all disheveled, but the same mousy brown as Mrs Thoroupes.

"I'm Isabella," She said very enthusiastically.

"Well, then, hello there Isabella." I smiled back.

"What are you doing? Silly girl, are you bothering Bella?" I heard a chuckle and looked up to see Adam waltzing down the hall. He was handsome and probably around 20 years old. He smiled and winked at me as he picked up Isabella. "Youuuu are supposed to be finding Maggie to fix your hair before we go into town." He took his finger and lightly touched it to her nose. I watched their sweet interactions as Isabella protested.

"I could do that if you'd like?" I said after a moment.

They both looked at me, Adam cocking an eyebrow and Isabella's face lighting up like a Christmas tree. I smiled in response to her excitement.

"Well, I guess that would work," Adam chuckled after a moment. "You still need to get your shoes on as well." He said looking back at Isabella, she agreed by enthusiastically nodding before he set her down and she ran off down the hall.

"She is precious," I shook my head sighing.

"Yes, she's a handful though," He laughed.

"How old?"

"Four."

We both stood in silence for a moment.

"I..." we both started. I smiled and he laughed.

"Would you like to come to town with us?" He asked putting a hand in his pocket and tilting his head. His blue eyes piercing. Yep, handsome would definitely be the word.

"Um... well.. am I allowed?" I asked curiously. He laughed and I couldn't help but blush at the idea he was laughing at my statement.

"Of course your allowed Annabella, you're a guest in our house, you can do whatever you like." He shook his head smiling.

"Oh... right," I laughed lightly, "Well, that would be fun." I said as Isabella reappeared, with shoes and hairbrush in tow.

She reached up to hand me the brush before rushing past me into my room and plopping down on the floor in front of the mirror. Adam smiled after her, "She likes you."

I rolled my eyes, a light smile gracing my lips and headed over to kneel behind her pulling her hair back over her shoulder as I started to brush out the knots. Adam disappeared out of the doorway after a moment and I brushed Isabella's hair in silence as she stared at me through the mirror.

"So are you an angel?" She asked after I had finished. I set down the brush and furrowed my brow at her confused before picking up her shoes and unlacing them.

"What do you mean am I an angel?" I put her left shoe on and helped her tie it.

"Well... you fell from the sky... from heaven. So that makes you an angel... right?" She looked up at me, glowing, expectant.

I just stared back at her. "I don't think so darling," I said after a moment. "I'm just a normal girl.... just like you," I said finishing her other shoe and giving her a smile.

"but..."

"Are you girls ready to go?" Adam was back. We both looked up to see him smiling. "Annabella, you may want to put on your coat, it's a little cold out."

I nodded and helped Isabella to her feet. She took off towards him running into him at full force before he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder and she started giggling. I grabbed my coat and looked at it, momentary having a flash of watching beauty and the beast with grandma as a little girl. I shook my head and sighed before putting it on.

When we made our way downstairs Maggie was waiting for us in the foyer with Isabella's coat and hat. She helped her put them on before we headed out the front door. Isabella was rambling on and on as we made our way across the front yard causing Maggie and I to chuckle. As I laughed I looked up to come face to face with a carriage that was waiting for us and froze. I hadn't thought of traveling... I hadn't even expected to wake up this morning and still be here.

"What's wrong Bella?" Maggie stopped and turned to me.

"um... nothing" I shook my head and started for carriage again. I saw her eye me cautiously out of my peripheral vision as I kept my eyes on the ground.

I climbed in and sat down, looking out the window. Maggie sat down beside me and put her hand on top of mine, "Just so you know... you can talk to me. I know... this all might seem, well, strange. So I want you to know I'm here if you need an ear."

I turned and stared at her, her choice of words, as if she could somehow know and then I thought about what Isabella had said about me falling from heaven. Did they know? Just then Isabella crawled up into my lap to sit. I was shocked that this little girl had managed to become so taken with me within forty-five minutes, but I let her. I pulled her closer so she didn't fall off and she smiled at me before turning and lifting her head to peak out of the window as we started moving.

When we were finally into town, we got out and started walking. Adam had some errands to run and Isabella wanted to go get chocolate.

Maggie and I started off after Isabella once we were out of the carriage. Her independence of adults shocking as she just started off on her own..

"Maggie..." I started as we caught up to Isabella and watched as she climbed onto the top of a small stone wall and began to walk across the top like a tight rope walker. "Earlier Isabella said something. Something about me... 'falling from heaven'?" I lowered my voice so only she could hear. She snapped her head in my direction and furrowed her brow.

"What did she mean by that?" I continued regardless of her obvious shock.

She sighed, "... we... we know you're not from here." She shook her head stepping closer to me to whisper. "Your clothes, your accent... " She shrugged. "You should know dad's been telling curious neighbors your distant family in town for a visit." She finished.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked.

She shrugged. "Dad didn't want us to say anything, he said when you were ready to talk about it, we'd discuss it then." We started walking again, following Isabella as she walked down the brick wall. I looked at the ground, trying to comprehend what she'd just said. Was this really a dream? or could it be real?

"His explanation was that you fell through some sort of portal." She shook her head, "Dad's always had a creative mind. That's for sure." She laughed.

"But.... what if he's right?" I said turning to look at her. She looked back and gave me a half hearted smile and shrug.

"I don't know Bella. I'm sorry."

After we were done getting chocolate for Isabella we made our way over to grab some more tea for Mrs. Thoroupe. There were curious eyes everywhere, obviously wondering who I was. I learned the Thoroupes were well off and well known throughout the town. I also learned that everyone was getting ready for an annual March festival and that the king's court was coming to town this year so it was a huge deal. Perhaps the hectic movement of the market place is what kept people from actually approaching us. Regardless, I was thankful.

I couldn't wrap my head around the idea of what had happened. I desperately wanted to know if I'd just disappeared into thin air from Eugene, Oregon. What about Elane? She was expecting me to call her. What about my CK contract? What about ...dad? I sighed.

Once we had everything we needed we began to make our way back to meet Adam. Isabella was happy, she seemed to love all the hustle and bustle of the market. I watched her intently, just observing her reactions to others that passed and her faces; when someone did something she disapproved of and her smile when she saw someone she clearly liked. She was a unique girl, she seemed to understand when someone was genuine and shied away from those she thought otherwise about.

We weren't far from the carriage when all of a sudden the traffic seemed to pick up, with a few horses rushing past us. I was gazing down the street when Isabella called out "Rosey!!" and out of nowhere made a dash for the street.

"No, Isabella!" I gasped grabbing the bottom of my dress and running after her.

"Oh my, Heavens!" Maggie yelled.

I ran as quickly as I could across the street, finally reaching Isabella and grabbing her arm to stop her just short of a horse and carriage passing. I slipped trying to stop and nearly took us both to the ground.

"Isabella, what are you thinking?" I shook my head grabbing her around the waist to pick her up. Her face grew sad.

"I'm..."

"Bella look out!" I turned my head to see Maggie staring at me with a horrified expression on her face. I turned my head to meet her alternating gaze, but before I could clearly see the three horses practically charging us something hit me and I grabbed on to Isabella tightly as I went airborne before I hit the ground with a grunt a few feet away.

Isabella started crying, clearly terrified and I heard Maggie yell again, getting closer than before.

I looked up to meet the piercing green eyes of a beautiful face staring back at me as I pulled Isabella into my chest to console her. He sat us all three up, brushing off my back and sending chills down my spin at his touch.

"Are you injured?" Came the smoothest milky voice I'd ever head and I looked back up to meet his face again, gasping when my eyes met his full features. His bronze disheveled hair, the shape of his jaw line, his broad build, his brows. I couldn't believe my own eyes. I blinked repeatedly waiting for the image to dissipate.

"OH my God, Isabella!" Maggie said taking her from me, "What were you thinking, you could have been killed!" she said crying. Isabella just apologized profusely through her own tears.

I couldn't move. I put my hands on the ground to steady myself as my head went woozy and one of his hands shot out to grab my arm to do the same. I realized I wasn't breathing and inhaled, holding it for a moment before letting it back out.

"Are you Alright?" He asked, this time he sounding a little irritated.

"Yes.." I whispered. Still staring at him. I reached a hand out to touch his face and froze, furrowing my brow in confusion. I curled my hand up and pulled it back to my chest.

"you..." I breathed. "This can't be real." I shook my head.

"I'm sorry?" He said, also confused. "Right... well, next time I'll just let the horse run you down if you'd like." He cocked an eyebrow.

"oh," I gasped, shaking out of my daze, "I'm so sorry... thank you." I said nodding trying to get to my feet as he stood. He sighed and reached over, picking me up and setting me on my feet, clearly concluding I wouldn't succeed on my own.

"You should be more careful, stopping in the middle of the road like that," He said looking down at me, his hands still on my arms. I just gaped at him.

"yes.... I know." I nodded once, what was I going to say? Give him a full rundown? He'd obviously been watching.

"Well, you seem fine, so I should be going. Have a good day and... be more careful next time." He said before turning to walk away. I leaned against the stone wall and watched him go as my mouth nearly went agape. I bit my bottom lip hard to keep my jaw in place.

"Heaven's Annabella, are you alright?!" Adam said gasping for breaths when he reached us. He put his hand on my shoulder and touched my chin to make me look at him. I could see the panic on his face.

I nodded again, "I'm fine." He looked at me shocked, as if I should be sprawled out on the ground having a mental break down after everything that's happened the past few days. Who knows, maybe I should be... maybe I was.

After all... I'd just seen the same man that had saved me at 17 years old after falling off a bridge into a sea of ice in the millennium... in sixteenth century England...

Authors notes: Steven Conjocaru is an aclaimed fashion critic, he was people magainze's west coast fashion editor and has also worked for numerous television shows including Entertainment Tonight, The Today Show and American Idol.

The manors used in this fanfic actually exist in Tenterden, Kent. I know I'm not very descriptive about them, so I have a link if anyone is interested in what they look like. Your other option would be to google them.