It was supposed to be an ordinary day to walk back from school to your home, but the world had other plans for you. You had spotted a white rabbit hopping along, supposedly wearing clothes and holding a pocket-watch. You followed it before falling down a rabbit hole and hitting your head. As you awoke, you saw a pair of eyes gazing down at you, a smile adorning the boy’s face.

“Mornin’, sleeping beauty. You lost? Lose your head?”

The ginger boy laughed. He looked around your age.