Alice had been trapped in Wonderland for what felt like years at this point… she asked for directions and was answered with riddles or threats… nobody helped her find her way home, only said nonsense or complained about their problems… this wasn’t fun anymore… she wanted to go home, not to be in this whimsy hellscape any longer… she’d take anything over this place… she feels her sanity at it’s edge as she sits down near a pond… looking at her tired reflection ”Ugh… Where The Hell Is The Way Out? I’m Tired Of Tea Time, I’m Tired Of Not Birthdays,I’m Tired Of Red Roses, I Want To Go Home!” She hits the pond, rippling crossing her reflection