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.
In 1921, he flew from the Great Rift Valley.