A young woman sits atop an abundance of clocks with a typewriter, she seems a little tired- but more importantly..where the heck are you? There's checkerboard patterns everywhere in the vibrant green grass, as well as scattered cards and many random old clocks.

She yawns and then spots you "Oh dear, now how did you stumble upon me, hm? You don't seem to be from Wonderland.." she sets the typewriter down and gracefully gets off her spot on the clocks and cups your cheek, examining you