Now it was up to her. Now that Guy opened the suitcase, she could chose to follow it down, exploring all of her memories in excruciating detail. All of the triumphs and heartache for her to experience as if for the first time. Would she make different choices? The implications, of course, unknown. If she chooses to stay above, her current memories would fade quickly into obscurity, lost to time, never whole again. What would you chose?
A child of the '60s, Eric had always hated the old, green Samsonite suitcase his Grandpa Scamander had given him for his tenth birthday -- the latches were cheap and tricky -- but when he decided to run away, it was all he had to stow his baseball cards, comic books, a change of clothes, a coat (he wasn't stupid!) and some food before sneaking out his window in the middle of the night. As dawn began to break and he kicked up a trot across the field between him and the forest on the edge of the city, the latches snapped open -- and Eric's adventure began...
Like Alice going down the rabbit hole, Justine falls, then extends her arms out. Pushing against the walls, she is able to stop momentarily. Panting hard, a song echoes from the recess of her mind: “Yes there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run And there’s still time to change the road you’re on.” She exhales, lets go, free floating down, down as the song continues, “And she’s buying a stairway to heaven. “
Flashlight in hand, Laura descends the steps in search of the missing sock. If she is lucky, she'll find a nice bottle of wine, too.