Author's Note: This story at one point diverges from Wilson's casebook and goes off on its own, but instead has its own continuity, of sorts. It stemmed largely from my inability to delve into my favourite thing in the world. I hope you enjoy it. If you do, please drop a line. I will attempt to interfere with the narrative with ANs as little as possible. And, as we are obligated: I don't own much.
"Facts Concerning the Strange Case of Wonderland"
Prologue
"But I don't want to go among mad people." Alice remarked.
"Oh, you can't help that." Said the Cat, "We're all mad here... I'm mad. You haven't been anything but mad for a good long while..."
"How do you know that I am mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't torture yourself like this."
Alice didn't want to admit that somehow that proved it; thus, she went on, "and how do you know you're mad?"
"To begin with," said the Cat, "pain isn't good. You grant that?"
"I suppose so." said Alice.
"Well then," the Cat went on, "you see, most people don't take pleasure in pain and tend to avoid people that suffer; those bonded with impossible amounts of agony are bound to be alone. Isolation, loneliness; both of them nest in their heads and consume them from within – they are avoided by others, even others just as isolated. I am still standing close to you; eventhough you are in pain. Therefore, I am mad."
"I wouldn't call it pain." said Alice.
"Call it whatever you like," said the Cat, "Do you take more of that awful experimental medicine to-day?"
"I don't want to." said Alice, "They make me take them. I don't like it, Cat, not anymore."
"Well, pet," said the Cat, "unfortunate as it may be for the both of us, it is not in my power to stop it."
"I want it gone." said Alice, "I want all of this gone. I can't do this anymore."
"Oh, but you can't help it," said the Cat, "for I cannot stay here with you. Not for long."
"Cat, no!" shouted Alice, but the Cat was already gone, leaving behind only a hint of its grin.
Although Alice cried out, inside, she was not much surprised at this, she was getting used to being left alone in the dark. While she was desperately trying to hold onto the Cat's echoes, it suddenly returned.
"By-the-bye, why are you still asleep?" said the Cat, "Isn't it almost three o'clock?"
"I think I am about to wake up..." Alice quietly said, as if knowing that she was in a dream helped it somewhat.
"I thought you would." said the Cat.
At this the entire scenery faded instantly, and the ceiling above her came crashing down: she screamed, as loud as she could, and tried to wriggle herself free, and found herself strapped to a bed, with her hair damp on her face, some strands in her mouth, choking her.
Alice closed her eyes, only for a moment, trying to return to the dream... but the dream escaped. Alice's mind closed in on itself and she did the only thing she could: she screamed.