More Than One Rabbit Hole
Chapter 2: Read the Directions and Directly You will be Directed in the Right Direction
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"Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?"
"That depends a good deal on where you want to get to."
"I don't much care where –"
"Then it doesn't matter which way you go."
― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
They...were all very dizzy. There was a chorus of groans as the girls stirred into consciousness. Jasmine opened her eyes and screamed. This of course completely awoke all of the others girls.
"What! What? What is it? Huh..."
She was in a bush. Upside-down in a bush to be precise. Apparently when she had...err...landed, she had ended up that way. While the other two girls landed in disorganized heaps a few feet away.
Gwen stared and dryly said "Why are you in a bush?"
"Not important! Just help me up!" Gwen gave her a hand and pulled her up quickly, eliciting another squeal from Jaz.
"Why is she in a bush? How about WHERE THE HECK ARE WE?" Honestly, it's called prioritizing.
This brought the other two back to earth. Earth being a hypothetical word in this case.
"Uhhh...WHAT THE HECK? Where are we!" Gwen and Jasmine said in unison. Wow. Delayed reaction much? They all looked around with wide eyes.
"W...Well maybe when we fell we kind of...rolled down a hill...and the field is just around the corner...?" Yah. That seems likely. Not.
"Umm. I'm gonna go look around. Wanna come?" Clover stood up and started to walk away.
"Yah. Hold on a second Clove. Ouch." Jasmine reached down and rubbed her leg which had a long scratch running down it from her fall into the bush. Then she and Gwendolyn followed after.
Around ten minutes later, the group pushed through the edge of the forest and came to yet another -almost- clearing. Almost because right in the middle of it, there was a 'mill-house-thing'.
"Oh. Good. We can ask whoever lives there for directions." Jaz sighed in relief.
All three of the girls walked over to the door and Jasmine, straightening her appearance and brushing off her apron (which she just realized she was now wearing though she wasn't before, but chose not to dwell on) knocked on the door. "Excuse me? Is anyone there?" There was no reply. "Hello?..."
Still nothing.
"HELLO!" Gwen yelled loudly. And when again no answer came, she jiggled the handle on the door harshly and pushed it open.
"Hey! Don't do that you idiot! What if the person who owns this house comes home? It is NOT normal to see three strangers randomly in your house first thing when you come home. Plus this is trespassing!...Hey are you listening to me?" Jasmine scolded frantically.
"Whatever. No one's home so we won't get caught. So it doesn't matter. Ooohhh! Pictures!"
On the wall there were several dusty pictures in equally dusty frames showing a range of things. From a sheep dog to what looked like a much worn family photograph.
"Hey...I don't think we should be doing thi-" Clover was cut off as a large brown dog came galloping over And jumped up onto her. Effectively knocking her over and beginning to lick her face.
"What? H-hey get off." Clover laughed and with some difficulty pushed the dog off her lap.
"Awwww! Cute! I bet he belongs to the guy who's house this is."
"Probably. Aww. He's so cute."
"Well let's have a look around. Maybe there's a phone or something."
And with that the girls spent the next few minutes wandering around the cottage and the property around it. No telephone. And by the looks of it no one had been there for a while. That is to say, everything had the same tint to it. Dust. Everywhere.
A few minutes later they all met up again (dog included) with the same results.
"Well what do we do now?" Gwen said dryly.
"Well, if there's a dog here, someone's got to be coming back here soon right? We should just wait here. Then they can help us get back." From wherever we are. That same thought rang in the heads of all three girls and there was a momentary silence.
"Well I for one am not going to just wait here for who knows how long until who-ever-it-is comes home. I'll be outside." Gwendolyn said and walked away out the door.
"Wait I'll come too." And with that both Clover and Gwen left poor Jasmine Hart alone in the house.
"Well...Okay I guess someone's gotta stay here." Then she turned to the dog and smiled. "But I got the dog!" She sang.
Fifteen minutes passed. The door handle turned and she called "Gwen? Clove? That you?"
Then she jumped as a man of about 23 walked in through the door and hung his long black coat on the rack by the door. She stared in utter shock.
Then two heads poked out from behind him with slightly nervous smiles and one (Clover) said softly "Umm. We found the owner."
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A/N: Oh wow. Wrote this one RIGHT after I finished the first. Attention span...running out...help! And thanks Heze-chan for helping me write this. Review PLEASE! Thanks for reading people. You're awesome! I'll mention anyone who reviews in the next chapter's reviews. Oh. And please check out my other stories okay? Also you guys know how the disclaimers go right? Well I officially disclaim! There. I think I remembered everything…