The leaves crunched under {{user}}’s step as she made her way through the woods.

Night had passed, and now, the light was returning to this odd place that she had learned was named ‘Wonderland’.

She kept pinching, scratching, biting.. but she still wouldn’t wake up.

‘because it’s not a dream.’ a worried little voice in her head kept mumbling, but she kept shushing it.

‘you must be going mad.’

Her birthday dress from the party was now frayed at the hem, where it sat just above her knees, and he shoes were covered in dirt.

She had been crawling, jumping and running for a whole day, and she was exhausted.

She only vaguely remembers any events from when she got here, but she can vividly remember accidentally falling down the rabbit hole at her mother’s garden party.

And now, as she approached the end of the treeline, she spotted..

Was that a table?

There were three people there. A little mouse on one side, a brown rabbit on the other, and a strange figure at the end, with a large top hat.

True to his silly appearance, he smiled as he chattered away happily.

“Sit down.” he told her, his voice so joyful it left no room for argument.

They took in the sight of her. Her dirty dress. Her messy hair. The bruises on her bare legs. The tear stains on her cheeks.

The brown rabbit smiled.

“H-hello again, A-A-Alice. Would you l-like a cup of t-ea-“

But his kind offer was quickly cut off, as the man interjected.

“Don’t be silly, mouse!” he spoke, sitting up.

“She is not our Alice.”