The Portal

No one answers. Quimby was all alone. It was quiet. Quimby quickly ran over to what she thought was the door. What she saw when she got there was actually a portal. She decided to go through. 

It all started during an average fundraiser. She had been trying to raise money for the local school when she went into a closet and a bucket fell on her head. When she woke up, it was dark. 

She finally made it out of the portal and into a bright space. When her eyes adjusted, she saw a large purple turtle in front of her. She walked closer to it. As she got closer, she heard a slow beep that sped up behind her. She turned just in time to see the portal explode. Looks like she was stuck her for the forseeable future. Why had she chosen to go through it in the first place. 

She looked back to where the turtle had been but it was no longer by her. She looked around but all she saw was a yellow tinted whiteness surrounding her. Yesterday was the last time she would ever see her family, she was sure of it. 

Despite the fact her husband was an aircraft engineer, they left a pretty boring life, never going anywhere. Any time she suggested traveling, he would become incredibly unpleasant for days. Maybe this was the escape she was always looking for. 

She continued walking forward. Her foot kicked something.  A bottle rolled across the ground. She picked it up: reppep. "reppep?" 

Suddenly the ground shook and she was falling into a deep dark hole. It was cold and completely white. She fell into a pile of freshly fallen snow. Next to her, she saw a large stone with tallies all over it. Someone came to her and said "finally someone new!" Winter is never ending here. I used to be an auctioneer, but I fell here after getting hit in the head in a utility closet. I never would have expected it. 

I had just listed a kids basket with a kite, a box of markers, and a Kipper coloring book. I realized I had forgotten something in the utility closet when it happened. I cried for help for what felt like an eternity, but no one ever came. I was completely alone. 

They began to talk about how they had gotten here and what they would do to try and get out. They came up with a plan that might work. They started building a tower of snow with stairs to lead them back up from where they had once fallen, hoping to reach where the portal had exploded. They knew that this was their only hope. If only they had some warmer things. Fortunately, the snow never really bothered their hands, it just felt cold enough to be uncomfortable. 

Finally, they made it to the top where they found an economist who was thinking about how he would escape. He had a novel in his hands. He said he had been reading it in a closet when someting fell on his head.