All The Way Down

Geeree, Josephine, And Dimension Hopping.

It was 2001, August second, and it was four thirty in the afternoon. Josephine Zedler was out in the field of her fathers farm. Josephine was twelve years old, with long, shiny blond hair, hazel eyes, and a dorky looking smile.

She was a pretty little girl. Her father, of course loved her, but didn't care much for beauty. "Beauty won't get you any money, Jose. Only hard work will." (Josephine was a bit of a silly little girl, and she didn't often listen to her father.) So Josephine had gone out to the big field on her father's farm.

She knew she wasn't really supposed to be there, but as long as she didn't tell anyone she was out there, or get her dress and apron dirty, there was no harm in the field. Besides, the field was warm, and golden, and filled with wildflowers that smelled sweeter than mama's perfume, and the field was about ten thousand times better than the dark, hot kitchen where she ought to be right now, helping mama work.

Josephine had been in the field for about an hour, playing and singing, dancing, and making wildflower crowns.

Of course, all good things must end, because Josephine's father, Grant Zedler, was entering the field right about that moment.

Because he knew Josphine wasn't back at the house, and he knew right exactly where she would be.
She would be in the exact place she was told not to go.

Grant silently walked right up behind Josephine, who was making another flower crown.

"Jose!" he said, angrily, causing Josephine to whip around, with a scream.

"What are you doing out here?!" He yelled.

"You are in some trouble, young lady!"

Josephine, in a moment of terror, got up and ran.

Now, there were several reasons as to why Grant didn't want Josephine to go into the field.

1. There could be anyone, or anything hiding in the tall grass. Like a dangerous man, or a dangerous animal.

2. You could get lost.

3. One of the cows might trample you.

And the last reason, is the most dangerous.

In that field, was an old well, in the ground.

Well, really, it was a hole in the ground that had dried up a long while ago.

So Grant and his father had simply put a few boards over it a while ago.

Of course, that had been when Grant was ten years old, and he was forty seven now.

So it was natural that the boards were very old, rotten, and weak.

Josephine was running from her father, and she didn't see the hole, or the boards covering it. It was partially obscured by the grass growing over it.

And the second Josephine stepped onto those boards, they snapped, almost instantaneously.

Josephine fell.

So far.

Her dress and hair streamed around her, her hazel eyes widened with terror, and her lips opened, possibly to scream, but she was interrupted.

Because, all logical fallacies aside, there was a light at the bottom of the well.
A colorful light.

Her back connected with solid, slightly moist dirt.

"Ouch!" She said.

Her little heart nearly stopped when someone replied.

"Are you alright?"

Josephine stood up.

"Who's there?" She asked.

"It's me."

"Who's me?"

"Not you. Me."

"Well, who are you?"

"Me."

Josephine sighed, in annoyance.

"What's your name?"

"Oh. you should have just asked me. It's Geeree."

There was a moment of silence that seemed to last ten minutes. Until Josephine broke the silence.

"Geeree?"

"Yes."

"That doesn't sound like a name."

"Neither does Josephine!" Geeree replied.

"Wait... I never told you my name was Josephine!"

"You just did."

"Well... Can you help me get out of here, Geeree?"

"That depends where we are, and where you want to go, Josephine!"

"Well... Last time I checked, we were in Wichita, Kansas. And I was on my dad's farm. And right now, we're at the bottom of a hole."

"Well, that doesn't help me. I mean, what dimension are we in?"

"Dimension?"

"My goodness, are all little girls like you so dumb? Yes, that's what I mean. What dimension are we in?"

"Uh... I didn't know that there was more than one."

"Of course there are! There's about five hundred. Or more. I can't remember."

"Well... Can you help me?"

"Where do you want to go?"

"Well, out of this hole would be nice. I gotta get back home. I don't suppose you have a... ladder, or... a rope?"

"Nope. Besides, that won't work."

"Why not?"

"Because, you're not in your own dimension right now."

Josephine straightened up.

"What?!" She asked.

"That's right. You fell through a door, or I suppose a hole, into a different dimension."

"Uh... How?"

"I, uh, don't know. I suppose somehow someone opened up a hole by accident, not knowing you'd be passing by."

"Well... Can't I just go back through?"

"No. You fell through so hard, and so fast, that you broke the weak connection, and the hole closed."

Josephine started to cry.

"How will I get home? I'll never get out of here, and I just want to see my mother!"

"Well... Technically you can get home..."

"What?! how?"

"Weeeeellll..... You could technically go dimension hopping until you find a hole, or someone who can open a hole back to your dimension."

"That sounds like it'll take a while."

"Well, time alternates in dimensions. For instance, we've been down here for what, five minutes? probably less than half a minute has passed in your dimension."

A moment passed, and Josephine thought.

"Can you help me?" She asked.

"What? No way! I have my own, super important special stuff to do! I can't help a wimpy girl like you!"

In desperation, Josephine's hand went to her locket necklace.

"Well, how about I pay you?" she asked.

"Hmmmm... What do you have?"

Josephine took off her necklace, and set it into the hand of Geeree.

"Hmm... Gold... It's shiny... pretty.... Not worth too little either... But on the other hand-"

"Please." Josephine begged.

"Well... fine! But I'm only doing it because I want to, and just for the locket! I'm not doing it cause I care about you."

"Alright. Let's go dimension hopping!"