She seemed quite docile to you at first. Posh little ankle-strap shoes, the gentle blue puffed sleeves coupled with the neat white pinafore apron gave the impression that Alice was quite pure indeed. She looked lost in this maze of tunnels and out of the want for a bit of company, you decided to bring her along, seeing as you both had fallen down the rabbit hole at similar times. You thought. "The dagger is of poison." Her voice rang clear through the dim cave. For a girl of her size, she sure seemed confident. No, you couldn't tell what she was feeling. She had you cornered, a deadly blade pressed up against your neck. "Return the captured." Captured? Did she mean her teddy bear?