"Ok now Alice, I'm going to need you to lay down for me." Said the foolish doctor to his patient.

In the wasteland on the way to the Red Queen is a path not many are willing to take. Often they must and do but for those who don't, fate findes a painful way of making it so they have to. Then there are those who pave a path all of their own. Be warned you daring hearts, for blood is the curency of all who wander in the Red Queen's domain.

At first, she did not move. Her head was bowed and face covered by her long hair. The doctor licked his lips nervously, his breathing hitched as he watched every tiny goosbump ripple their way across dear Alice's skin. The nurse standing by her side was long since forgoten until now as she guided the little girl to the doctor's recliner. "Come along sweety. We mustn't keep the good doctor waiting."

"Yes. I am late..." Alice mumbled. "Late, so very, very late..."

We mustn't keep them waiting, now should we Alice?

A warm wool blanket and feather down pillow were ready and waiting. The heartless nurse worked quickly to escape the presence of their little dementia patient.

When said patient complied, the foolish doctor quickly administered his sedative and watched with disdain satisfaction as she began to fall beneath the effects of the drug. Her once beautiful and lively blue eyes turned dark and ugly as the night sky. A water fall of dishelved golden hair touched down on the carpet as her head fell back upon the pillow and all movement was ceased. Her shallow breathing and pale complexion gave the impression of the dead.

While dear Alice was locked away, her mind was free to do as it pleased. Often she visited the Hatter and his ghoulish tea parties before traveling bravely to the Red Queen.

The brave are foolish and the foolish are brave.

"I'm going to ask you a few question Alice. Do you know where you are?"

Everywhere and nowhere.

The doctor was met with silence.

"Do you know who you are?"

Who ARE you? I am no one yet someone.

More silence.

Sweat trickled down the foolish doctor's face.

If you must know, Alice was a special case in the foolish doctor's eyes. She was beautiful, sweet, and kind, unlike the other mad men and women who threw themselves against walls and screamed pitiful nothings. Alice saw things, oh yes she did, but only a single reoccuring dream played out day by day.

"I see a rabbit in a waist coat." She would say.

We're both so very late.

"What are you late for Alice?"

Again he was met with unbearable silence. The foolish doctor shifted his position in his chair, hands shaking and back coated in a thick layer of sweat. A fly flew in from open barred window and buzzed around Alice's head.

Little by little, she lost her mind. Falling faster and faster through the rabbit hole. And when she touched the bottom she was forever doomed.

" 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe."

"Pardon?"

"Will you take me to wonderland Mr. Rabbit?"

The doctor's breath hitched once more. The fly buzzing around her head landed on her nose before crawling across her lips.

Trees in the courtyard of the Red Queen are painted in blood, so I've heard. A river of red runs around her dilapidated castle. The boddies of her victims used as rafts to cross the mote of the dead. On the bank Alice would sing. She would sing and sing for hours and hours. "Beware the Jabberwocky my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!"

"Alice do you know who I am?"

She turned her head, ever so slowly. The fly flew up higher onto her face, landing on her open eye, and crawled round and around.

"Who... are... you?"