The first strike was falling and the second was landing on the grass. It wasn't exactly a dizzying feeling like he had expected, but the third strike was definitely wondering where he was and why he wasn't inside. Just a few moments ago, he was helping an old man help clean the interior of his house to raise a little extra money and now Ruby Maddox was sitting on the grass in an unknown location.

There was the painting he was asked to move, something that. . called to him. Almost like it echoed in his heart -- 

[center] . . and that sounded totally ridiculous.[/center]

But none the less, he touched it and ended up falling through. Ruby shook his head, looking around. He seemed to have landed in front some sort of school. . well, he didn't exactly believe in magic, but he didn't disbelieve in either. This would probably be a good time to start believing -- better than any other, he had to admit.