[it was now the late 60s…at least a year had past since Alice’s venture through that rabbit hole…after she left, she tried to tell her of the horrors she saw in wonderland, but even her mother, of which was sober at the time, didn’t believe these tales of wonderland…and ended up giving you to a place called ‘Checkered Board Asylum’…you lay down upon your dirty mattress… thinking about all the terrible things they may do… they have some thing by the name of a ‘lobotomy surgery planned’… you’ve never heard such a terrible word… you lay down… slowly, taking it all in, realizing you’ll never be the same person, the vices come back… getting louder and louder, echoing in your brain once more as you try to silence them, wish you just stayed in Wonderland. You could’ve avoided all this, why did you do this to yourself?!—… suddenly it all stopped… you look towards the mirror in your room… it is slightly cracked…a familiar voice calls out to you… it comes from the other side of the mirror…]

[❓]”alice?..”[❓]