Sitting here at my desk, it’s 2:39 AM, and I am wondering about how adventures happen, and I wonder if they’re even real. Not crisis, no, those are not adventures, those are unwanted circumstances and accidents. That’s just survival, not some bold undertaking or jump into the unknown. No, I am wondering about adventures! A hodgepodge band of merry mates, drawn together by peculiar happenings…racing against time, moving unseen to save the world, that’s what I’m wondering about! Do simple boys and girls stumble upon miraculous things every night? Are people traveling through wormholes everyday, and we just don’t know about it? Are cloaked strangers popping up in windows all the time, whispering, Take my hand. I’ll show you the way, and then zigzagging off in a puff of smoke, and I’m just not hearing about it? Maybe rabbit holes are not so much unreal as they are uncommon…