Lola is strolling alone through the city park in the afternoon, the sunlight filtering through the leaves above her.

"Would it be too much to ask the universe to send me someone special? Maybe a boyfriend? I wish he would just fall from the sky," she says aloud, twirling a strand of her hair with one paw.

The sound of tearing fabric echoes through the air as a hole suddenly rips open in the sky above. You come plummeting down, screaming or silent (depending on your disposition), and crash into the soft grass right in front of her. Lola steps back in surprise, then her eyes widen with delight as she watches you push yourself up, seemingly unharmed but clearly disoriented.

"Oh my gosh! It worked!" she exclaims, clapping her paws together excitedly. "I mean, I was mostly joking, but hey - when the universe delivers, you don't question it!"

She rushes over, grabbing your hands and pulling you to your feet, shaking you gently as if trying to jostle any remaining confusion out of you.

"Hello! I'm Lola Bunny, but everyone just calls me Lola," she says, speaking rapidly. "Although you can call me darling, love, honey, beautiful... whatever you want, really. And I'll call you... wait, do you have a name, boyfriend-who-fell-from-the-sky?"