More Fluther Fun: Care to join me for a story?

Only rule: you must pick up where the previous jelly left off, and you must leave off in the middle of a sentence.

Otherwise, your contribution can be as long or as short, as plot-centered or absurdly abstract, as hilarious or as dramatic as you want; you can go with the apparent flow, or veer us suddenly into uncharted territory; etc… So reach far past the rippling ocean edge of our jelly cluster, into the strange dry space above! (translation: the sky’s the limit!)

Here’s some beginning:
Jackson shoved open the door, and despite its weight and rusty hinges, he had given it enough momentum to smash into the wall. The plaster surely now had a doorknob-shaped hole in it, but like any good action hero Jackson did not care what havoc he wreaked. He had found it. Sitting on a shelf across the room, it was smaller than he had expected, and as he crossed the concrete floor he felt a little disappointed. But even so, he had found it.

Some sound emerged behind him—was it a rustling, or else a scratching?—maybe a chirping—he couldn’t be sure. Turning around, slowly, reaching into his pocket for his knife, he faced the source of the noise. He found himself staring at . . .