Down the Rabbit Hole

"She went down there." I said triumphantly, pointing down the rabbit hole.

Nexan eyed me like I had gone crazy... well, crazier. "How do you know?"

I stared at the hole a minute, puzzled. How did I know?

I shrugged. "I don't know how I know," I muttered, then let certainty ring in my voice. "But I know she's down there."

Nexan put on a thoughtful, loathing face. "I'm not quite fond of Wonderland."

I smile, mostly genuinely amused, but I could sense a touch of insanity behind it as well. That made me shudder.

"Well, you're the one that wants to find Daxjorn. I suggest you don't back down now."

I stare at the rabbit hole, and I twitch slightly. I longed to visit the fanciful, twisted realm.

Nexan can sense the wheels in my head turning and pulls me back from the hole. I don't resist.

"Okay, okay, fine!" Nexan says, still grasping my arm as I stare longingly at the hole. "We're going down, but your not going alone, do you hear me!?"

I drag my eyes away from the hole and smile meekly at Nexan. "Of course."

She searches my eyes for any deception. Finding none, she sighs in frustration, but I know she's caved in.

"Come on!" She growls, and drags me to the hole. I continue to smile innocently, outwardly calm, but inwardly hopping with excitement.

We both stand by the hole, peering down into the dark depths.

"Where do you suppose she'll be?" Nexan asks, more or less to herself.

"I don't know, where ever they send those with bad tempers and a knack to reap destruction."

Nexan looks at me and I beam; fiendish intentions breaking through my screen of innocence.

After a moment, Nexan smiles too. She can see the humorous logic behind me words.

"Alright, well.... try not to get separated."

"Can't," I say bluntly. "You're attached to my arm."

Nexan looks to where her grip hadn't loosened.

"You're right," she says, then smiles grimly. "Probably best that it stays that way."

"Oh dear..." I say with mock worry.

We jump into the hole.