Rila: You don't know how long I've wanted to do this - it's just too perfect!

Disclaim: I don't own Alice in Wonderland or Doctor Who.

Word Count: 443


If there was anything that Alice had learned thus far in her life, it was that trouble always found her. Of course, nobody ever believed that - they always believed that she went looking for it.

"Oh Dinah," she mumbled, curling her fingers into her cat's soft fur and earning a purr in return. Dinah was hardly the little thing that she had once been, though she was still such a soft thing and still purred ever so nicely by the fire. But she, much as Alice had come to realize about herself, had grown up.

Alice had noticed it in the change of how people addressed her. They had called her a "dear little thing" and now called her a "lady". Alice wasn't quite sure if anything had actually changed about her, only that she was expected to attend more lessons. She hated lessons. Dreadful things they were, full of all sorts of things that filled her head and left no room for much else.

"And if there isn't much room left, I'll have to tell them, 'Please stop stuffing my head full, it's about to burst'. And if it does, all the things I've learned will come spilling out." She sighed. "And then I'll have to learn them all over again."

Dinah stretched and squirmed her way out of Alice's arms, trotting off. "Probably to catch some poor mouse," she wondered aloud and was then reminded of her adventure in Wonderland. There'd been mice there, too - a mouse that had frightened quite easily at the mention of a cat or dog, and the Dormouse - a sleepy little thing that had been constantly abused by the Mad Hatter and March Hare.

She'd spoken little of her adventures after it'd become clear that everyone simply thought her to have an active imagination. And she was beginning to believe it just a figment of her imagination too - if only for the fact that it had felt so real, too solid to be part of a dream. But it, for those who hadn't been with her, was just another example of her finding trouble.

In hindsight, Alice would definitely say that trouble found her this go around, chasing white rabbits in coat-tails aside. Because this particular brand of trouble was not in the form of a white rabbit with kid gloves - this trouble came in the form of a blue box.