Allison sat in the garden the wind blowing the sixteen girls golden tangle mess of hair gentle from her face. She pretended it was her mother's caress. Her mother had been lost at sea for two months now and she was sent to live with her mother's sister Margret. Desmond, her father, had died after her tenth birthday.

The flowers seem to notice her unhappiness as the wind swayed them, almost as if they were reaching out to comfort her. Her mother always told her to think six impossible things before breakfast, and flowers comforting her was a bit impossible. That would be number three today, Allison thought to herself, smiling.

Everyone thought her to be her mother's twin, her and her mother being identical twins. It was a boring impossibility but it was impossible, number four. They even dressed her like her mother, in these blue dresses that supposedly brought out her blue eyes. When her mother was around she would where the green she loved so much more. She loved green, and her mother once told her green reminded her of someone she use to know, and was her favorite person in an impossible dream.

She wish she could meet this dream person, this Hatter her mother spoke so fondly of. Experiencing her mother's dream, another impossible thing, that would be number five. Breakfast was going to be served soon, so she had to think harder. Just one more before her Aunt Margret would come and fetch her for breakfast.

"Think Allison," she ordered out loud to herself. "Think!"

Then her impossibility hopped in front of her. A white rabbit in a waist coat. Why did that seem so familiar? The rabbit seem to stare at her, making sure he had her attention before hopping away. Allison rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasn't dreaming, the rabbit was gone. A voice called her, it was Aunt Margret calling her into breakfast.

"Coming," she called as she stood brushing her blue skirt off.

The rabbit darted in front of her, as she walked away from her spot. every time she walked towards the house the rabbit would dart in front of her stopping her. Frustrated, she stomped her foot on the ground.

"Come now," she called to the little rabbit. "What do you want from me?"

The rabbit stopped in front of her this time and seem to wave at her with his white paw to follow. Then the rabbit darted off towards the woods at the edge of Aunt Margret's property. Looking back towards the house one last time she started chasing after the rabbit. Why did this all seem so firmilar? Almost like a story she was told when she was very young. Maybe one her mother had told her, after all her mother did tell a lot of stories. About her dreams and adventures, there was just so many and her favorite was always of a silly dancing hatter. But a rabbit in a waist coat?

"Where did you go now?" she huffed as she looked around for the rabbit. "Hello? Rabbit? Where are you?"

She called out a few more times before she sighed, and leaned her back against a tree. Her stomach let out a little growl, and she knew she was going to be in trouble for being late to breakfast.

"Stupid rabbit," she hissed, as she slumped down the tree.

Her butt never reach the ground as she tumbled down a hole she never noticed there. Letting out a scream and she closed her eyes as she fell down the hole. Peaking out as she bounced off a desk, and let out another scream as she tumbled down around the assorted furniture, paintings, and books. Finally landing in a small round room with just white walls and a black and white checker tiled floor.

"Hello?" she called up to the ceiling where she fell threw, but the ceiling had no hole now, and a candle light chandelier swung slightly. "Now how do I get out of here?"

"You could try me?" came a small voice.

"Who said that?" she said looking around the room.

"Me," came the voice again. "Down here Alice!"

"Allison," she corrected as she now stared down at a door that a small doll could to fit through, not her. "Are you on the other side of the door?"

"No Alice dear," the door replied, as the lock moved like lips. "It would seem once more you forget this place."

"I'm Allison," she informed the door again. "And I have to be dreaming because doors cannot speak."

"Before we go through this dreaming nonsense again," the door sighed, shaking the knob as he tsked. "Grab that bottle on the table and do not forget the key this time around, Alice."

"What tab…?" Allison started to asked as turned around to see a table now behind her.

Standing she went over to the table, and saw a clear bottle and a black cast iron key on the table. Grabbing the bottle she read the little tag the said 'Drink Me'. She uncorked the bottle, and prepared to drink it, before she remembered the door's words. Grabbing the key she took a sip of the bottle, and let out a little gacking noise as she scrunched her face from the foul tasting liquid.

Placing the bottle on the table she noticed the room getting bigger, as well as her clothes. She shrunk to the perfect size to fit through the door now, but her clothes no longer fit. Peaking out the edge of her dress, she ripped her pale blue slip, and used the black ribbon that was tied around her neck when she was big to help hold the now toga looking slip to her.

"Well done Alice," the door seemingly smiled at her. "Now come unlock me and be on your way."

"My name is Allison not Alice," she informed the door once more, before looking for the key in her dress.

Grabbing the key now took both hands as she lugged the key to the door. Smiling at the door, she place the key in his lock mouth, and twisted the key. The lock popped, and she pushed the door opened. Walking through the door way she noticed the key had disappeared from the door.

"Good luck Alice," the door replied and snapped shut before she could correct him.

She was now surrounded by darkness, but a light was off in the distance. Only one way to go now.