Our story begins here:
Rikki Nicole Cornett, the lovely fourteen year old girl with her powers directed over the element of Earth, with her long, brown, wavy hair and her big brown eyes and her tan skin, mumbled quietly to herself in her sleep. Her house was quiet; her orange, sparkling room dimmed by the lack of surrounding light. Her eyes moved wildly behind her eye-lids. REM.
   "I don't want to go to Japan.. there's... there's Hitlers there.." She murmured. She cuddled closer to her pillow and let her eyes tighten shut.

Suddenly, a loud sound from outside the walls of her room caught the grasp of her ears, waking a shocked Rikki from her disturbingly entertaining dream.
   "What was that?!" She gasped, turning and rising from her bed. She threw the covers from her form and crawled hesitantly from her bed-side. She slipped on her house shoes and walked slowly from her bed to the door. Rikki let her hand rest on the door-knob. She twisted it slowly, the growling, spitting, and thumbing sounds growing louder as she turned. Her heart began to race and her face grew red. She began to sweat as the growls turned into vicious barks and snaps. She thrust open the door with her hand and in one swift movement, did so and looked down at the source of the noise.
   "Punki! What are you doing out here, bubbers!" Rikki sweet-talked to her shit-zu puppy as he sat on the floor before her, panting and wagging his tail. She bent down and picked up her dog, baby-talking him all the same and watching him hang there, a dumbfounded look on his face.
   "You hungry, Punki-boogens?" She cooed. He barked a pleasant bark and, as she let him down, ran towards the kitchen.
   "Oh! Well, then, puppy! We can't have you going all hungry, now can we?!" Rikki cooed again. She happily marched to the kitchen to feed her dog.

Another sound. This time not from her dog, but from outside the house. Thumping.
   "Now... what's that?" Rikki asked of her dog. He looked up at her, whining at the fact that she, in her curiosity, had begun to leave the kitchen and enter the living room, leaving his can of food on the counter-top.
She looked out the window and, in the darkness of the night, dimly lit by the street lights' strong blaze, there was a rather large; no, a rather HUGE rabbit which was thumping its feet rather loudly against her front lawn. Causing the sounds.
   "What the?" Rikki asked as she cocked her head a little to the side. The rabbit, which had been hunched down on the ground, stood up and revealed itself to not be a rabbit, but merely a boy with large, white rabbit ears and a fluffy, white, bunny tail.
   "Oh... WAIT WHAT?!" Rikki yelled, looking out at the boy on her front lawn. He must have heard her calls, for he turned and looked at her. His clothes were of Victorian times, maybe mid or late 1800s. He carried a small, golden watch and wore a pair of small reading glasses. He had about shoulder-length black hair and dark brown eyes. The look on his face was, for a moment or two, utter pretty-boy-like. But after a few seconds of looking at Rikki through the glass and then looking down at his hand-held watch, his expression quickly turned from a nonchalant smirk to a look of utter shock and surprise. He mumbled something and began to run off.

'Was that... Nathan Carter?'

Rikki, in all her dazed amazement, took of towards the front door, thrust it open, and ran outside to follow the Nathan look-alike.
   "I'M LATE! I'M LATE! HOLY SHIT I'M LATE!" He yelled as he ran, full-speed, his watch firmly in his hands.
   "Oh Mr. Rabbit! MR. RABBIT! COME BACK!" Rikki yelled after him as she ran.
Suddenly, a large burrow made itself known as the rabbit ran into it, ducking and swerving. Rikki, in her dazed and confused bewilderment, hunched down and slowly crawled into the hole herself.
She noticed the hole got smaller as she went. Rikki, crawling through utter darkness, began talking to herself.
   "I really shouldn't be doing this! Its dark.. and there's, AHH! B-b-bugs in here... and... but, if Nathan's pulling a prank on me, I'm not just going to sit back and take it! I'm going to get to the bottom of-" and with one slip of the and, she tumbled down a shaft of complete darkness, trailing for what seemed like forever.
   "THIIIIIIIIISSS" She yelled as she fell into the dark abyss.
Suddenly, a strange red light began illuminating the walls with no known source. The walls of the vertical funnel were made of brick.
Suddenly, large, curved, irregular grandfather clocks began twisting their way up the walls.
Rikki, in shock, timely fainted.

THUD!
Rikki's eyes fluttered open. The room around her was distorted and checkered. Different colored squares lined the small domed building. One small hallway, which, of course, got smaller and smaller and narrower and narrower and shorter and shorter as it went on to one small door was branching off from the main dome.
Above her was the large, long funnel in which she had fallen through.
   "Oh no... now I'll never get home..." Rikki murmured nervously to herself.
As she stood, she noticed her change in attire.
She had been wearing a pair of black and red pajama pants and a large, hoodie. Now she had been changed into a blue, fanning out, shin-length dress with a white apron, a pair of nice black shoes and white panty-hoes.
   "What the?... I could have SWORN I was wearing something else before I came here... Oh well!" Rikki dismissed, looking up to find none other than the White Rabbit, walking ever-so-fastly towards the small door at the end of the hallway. As he closed it behind him, Rikki, in a desperate attempt to get some answers, followed. She hunched over and walked slowly as she moved through the narrowing hallway. She opened the door at the end, only to see another, even smaller door on the other side. She opened it. Another, smaller, door. Again. Another smaller door. Again. Finally, a small crawl space led to another, widening hallway on the other side.
Rikki laid on her stomach and crawled through the small space, grunting as she slowly got her legs through.
She stood, brushing her new dress off, and looked up. The new room looked like a kitchen. A small fireplace in one corner, a table in the center, and counter-tops on all sides. Rikki walked through and looked down at the table.
On the table was a bottle. On the bottle was a tag. The tag read:
   "Drink Me." Rikki whispered.

'This must be some sort of prank or something... like... a scavenger hunt! Yeah! A Scavenger hunt!'

Rikki thought to herself.

'Well... I guess I should drink it, then..'

She thought with a shrug. She picked up the bottle, opened the top, and put the top of the bottle to her lips.
The cold, sweet, fruity liquid poured into her mouth trickled down her throat.
As Rikki opened her eyes, she noticed that the bottle had gotten MUCH bigger.
No.
She noticed, as she looked around more, that she had gotten MUCH smaller!
She was not what seemed like only two inches tall, the six inch bottle of shrinking liquid towering four inches above her.
   "Woah." Rikki gasped.

Suddenly, Rikki heard another strange noise. Snoring. Rikki turned her head to find a small door, about her own height, on the other side of the floor. She ran, as fast as she could towards it and turned the knob.
"OW!" Someone screamed. Rikki looked down at the large door-knob. The face of a familiar friend, one by the name of Jeremy Heck, was before her. His light eyes, pale skin, slightly freckled features, his glasses, and his long, light brown hair apparent in the carving. His nose was erected into the knob and his mouth the lock.
   "WHAT?! JEREMY?!" Rikki yelled.
   "You... woke me up... Who's Jeremy?" He murmured with a yawn.
   "Uhh... Nevermind... Oh.. I'm sorry... heh.." Rikki chuckled nervously. "Uhmm... did you see a White Rabbit boy come through here with a watch?" Rikki asked.  As he thought, Rikki began thinking on the fact that all of this was too surreal to be just another basic prank. One logical option came to mind: The fact that Nathan had been to her house that day and may have slipped some sort of hallucinogen-drug into one of her drinks or something for a laugh or two. The Jeremy-like door-knob pondered for a moment, and then, with a brisk look in the eyes, he replied.
   "Yes." With a smile.
   "REALLY!? Did he go through you?" Rikki asked, realizing half-way through her sentence how stupid she must have sounded.
   "Yes." He replied. Rikki reached forward and turned the knob again.
   "OW!" The door yelled.
   "Oh! Sorry!" Rikki apologized, letting go of the door knob and hiding her hands behind her back.
   "No.. it's my fault.. Ha! I forgot to telly you! I'm locked! HA!" He laughed a bit.
   "Oh no!" Rikki yelled, quite upset.
   "Well.. it's okay! You do have the key, don't you?!" The door asked, nodding and smiling.
   "Uhh... no." Rikki blankly said.
   "Oh.. you must have left it on the table!" He replied. Rikki looked utterly confused, her shoulder-length brown hair swaying slightly as she cocked her head to one side. Rikki turned and looked up at the transparent glass table-top. Sure enough on the surface was a large golden key.
   "Oh no! Now what am I supposed to do!" Rikki grieved.
   "What do you mean!? Try the box, of course!" The Jeremy doorknob said with a slight chuckle.
Suddenly as Rikki looked down at her feet, a small box that had not been there before appeared. It was silver and locked with a golden kiss closing. She bent over picked it up, and slowly opened the top. Inside were lots of little iced candies. Each said "Eat Me" on the tops.
Rikki, knowing this had to be something helpful, took a bite of one of them. The sweet, cookie-like concoction melted in her mouth and, before she knew it, she was even bigger than she was before, her head hitting the ceiling, and her feet spreading and the room around her getting extremely cramped.
   "Oh no!" Rikki yelled. She rubbed the top of her large head and winced painfully.
   "Aw dude!" The door yelled. He looked up at Rikki, one of her feet closely positioned next to him. "You grew!" He continued.
   "NO! I GOT MY HAIR DONE!" Rikki snapped back, sarcasm laced heavily in her voice.
   "No need to get offensive!" The Jeremy look-a-like replied with a smug smile.
   "I... It's just... Now I... can't even get back home... I'll never know what's going on, now!" Rikki pouted. She began to tear up, her light brown eyes watering with the salty liquid.
   "Oh now don't cry!" Jeremy said, rolling his eyes slightly.
   "I'm sorry!" Rikki replied, tears streaming down her face now.

'First I get taken here, then I get so confused as to what's going on anyway, and now I have no chance of finding out how to get home or to find out what 's happening!'

Rikki thought as she cried. The tears, like gigantic raindrops, poured down and began to drowned the kitchen-like room.
   "Please don't cry! I mean it! I.. I'm sorry if you're having a.. bad day.. but... Uhh..." The door yelled in a desperate attempt to cease the flooding.
She kept on crying.
   "Uhmm... " He thought as the water began to come up around to his face. "TRY THE BOTTLE!" He yelled.
Suddenly, Rikki looked up and noticed the small bottle containing the fruity liquid from before was flying through he air. She reached out with a tanned hand and grabbed the tiny bottle. She took of the lid and drank the small sip.

Suddenly, as she fell, the bottle she had just drank from fell beneath her and she fell within it as it plunged into the water. She was trapped. Rikki held her knees close to her frame and pouted as she, and the rest of the water, poured through the Jeremy-like door's mouth and into another, much larger, room.
Rikki was being tossed by what seemed like an endless sea of tears. Her dark hair, as usual, blanketing most of her face, she looked off onto the gray horizon.
   "Tis A Row Dow Diddle Dow Day! Tis A Row Dow Diddle Dow Dee!" Sang a deep masculine voice from across the waters.
Out on the horizon came a shadow. The shadow soon turned to a silhouette. Soon, the silhouette made itself known as a bird; or what looked somewhat like one; which had wings and feathers, a beak-like mouth like a dodo-bird, but to Rikki, slightly  resembled an old classmate known as Christian, or Choji to most of his own classmates. His large, fat, tall stature and light eyes, freckles, and blonde hair were eminent. It was Choji, alright, good old, fat, wonderful Choji.
                                                                            
                                                    ...to be continued tomorrow!