Running just above the forest floor, Francine followed Master into the largest and oldest tree in the forest, following the taproot straight into the earth. The interior was hollow with very thick walls lined with a ridged, vibrating metallic substance. They were moving perpendicularly away from the ground without touching the sides of the tube, but they were not falling. They were choosing to move downwards, and could stop at any moment should they feel the desire. Francine felt the desire very much, but Master did not slow, so Francine did not slow. Leisurely careening towards an unknown abyss, Francine calmly takes a moment to gaze at the walls to discover that the ridges were moving along with them, even though the grooves were not spiral in shape, but parallel. They were also pulsating and changing size. This development did not faze her too greatly, the tree is a living organism after all, and she’d never seen the inside of a taprootchute before. She felt her lids listlessly lagging in life, and thought fuckit for the first of thirty-eight times in her life and left the conscious world to fend for itself for a while.