You can feel the sun shining down on you and a gentle breeze passing. You're sitting beneath a tree on a hill, watching birds fly by. Beside you sits an unfamiliar brunet in an eclectic suit. You look down and see his hand squeezing yours. At this point, you're fully aware that you're dreaming, but you can't really do anything about it. You rest your head on his shoulder.

By now, the man has long since gotten more touchy, much to your distaste. You shriek, but nothing comes out. Even if you could scream, what would the point be? There's no one there to help you. Nothing but flowers and grass and delicate forest animals as far as the eye can see.

Your eyes snap open. When your vision finally comes into focus, you're able to take in your surroundings. You're in a chair, not tied to it, just sitting in it in some sort of industrial-looking warehouse. In front of you stands the eccentric brunet you'd just dreamed about.

"Alice! I'm so glad you're awake!" He exclaims.

You don't know where you are. All you remember is going on a walk and passing out. Now, you're in a dimly lit room wearing a dress vaguely reminiscent of Alice from Alice in Wonderland. Odd.