In 1921, he flew from the Great Rift Valley. Or so they think. "He" had used a little one passenger plane to conquer the walls of the seemingly unescapeable abyss. All i would have needed was a match and a stick of dynamite, but he had to do it the fancy way. Jonathan Ocre had been a simple farmer's son, making his living off caring for the neighbor's cattle. He'd jumped into the valley to see what was at the bottom, and most thought he was a goner. But he defied expectations and one day just burst out of the hole in a little plane. Then, after soaking up all the publicity, for "reasons unknown" dissapeared without a trace. And that' where i came in. No one knows the real story, what actually happened to Jonathan Ocre. My name is Diana Fledgling, resident of San Francisco, California, alias Jonathan Ocre.