The world began to spin out of control as Alice emerged from the rabbit hole and into the sun. She was neither too tall nor too small. Her sister remained reading by the bank where she had left her.
"How very curious," said young Alice as she brushed Wonderland's dust away from her dress. She was back in the real world with very little to show for her adventure. "Perhaps it was a dream."
Alice could not see the figure of the Cheshire cat watching her with great interest in a tree above her. For the cat was invisible and didn't think it prudent to ruin Alice's reunion with her sister. The cat sighed lazily as he watched the entire scene. His ever-present grin had faded.
She was too young to come here, he thought to himself. Wonderland is not for children.
And still, Alice made such an impression upon the creatures of Wonderland, especially the Queen. No doubt she would come searching for Alice one day, no matter what world she inhabited. For she still remained at large and very capable of calling out "off with their heads," and having her orders carried out. The Queen's diabolical plot was only in its infancy, so Alice had a few years left of normalcy. But then, for one who has been to Wonderland... what is normal?
