"No Dad, we're not going through that door."  But Jonathon's father continued to hesitate.  There was no time to lose; Jonathon had never physically pushed his Dad before, but for his own good he was going to have to.  He quickly opened the door with the strange symbol of intertwined moons and literally pushed his father through; following quicklly behind with the book in his hand, he closed the door.  He was not going to let his Dad spend an etenity in addiction hell, and he'd have to apologize later for being so rough.<br/><br/>For a moment, there was a gentle but deliberate falling; there was darkness, so there was no telling exactly where they were going or what they were doing.  Suddenly, they felt the weight of gravity pull them to the ground; no longer was it dark, but now it was bright so that one had to adjust their eyes to see.  "Son, are you still there?"<br/><br/>While it was a deliberate, hard fall - no injuries ensued.  Looking up, there were blue skies and clouds.  Looking around, he saw prairies.  Nothing but prairies.  The grass looked like it was just turning green from the turning of the season, and it was not quite long yet.  Jonathon half expected that if he walked far enough, he would meet Laura Ingalls Wilder on her little house on the prairie set.<br/><br/>He could hear his Dad's voice, he was close; but not close enough to see exactly where he was.  Looking at his book, it had now turned a different color and opening the pages, he saw familiar scenes of snow white, cinderella, medieval chivalry.  Where was he?  And where was he going?  Did Ambrosia live here?