I no longer strive to make sense in any way. I've thought things over and sure, sometimes stuff seems to make sense, but do they really? In a world full of nonsensical things, what can we hold onto that keeps us grounded and sane? This was the problem I ran into one winter's night.

It was late and the frosty chill that seeped into my bones had me frozen to my spot.

Just my luck to be stuck closing up on my own. I thought bitterly as the windswept by, forcing me to huddle into my coat. As much as I didn't mind my job at the library, I hated walking home alone at night. Nobody is going to whisk me away so I pushed my legs to start the long walk.

My thoughts began to wonder, as they always did. Ever so that I found myself getting hiccups, which were unnecessary loud and obnoxious. Being possibly the worse thing to get during this cold eve, I tried to stop the pain bursts of air in my diaphragm from escaping. They could have the magic of waking up a neighborhood if I allow it to do so, or even draw unwanted attention. Being me, I did not notice that someone was following me, for my stomach ailed with the pain my hiccups brought. I also did not notice the large root that protruded from the ground. Therefore, I was sent tumbling down, down, down, into a hole! My stomach tossed and turned as I fell. The feeling of falling invokes the feeling of throwing up. In addition of falling, which was not my favorite pass time, I began to turn green. What did I do to deserve this?!

What happened next was a strange occurrence. You would think that with the velocity that I picked up while falling would have caused me to crash into the ground, breaking bones; but that was not the case. It was almost like someone gently set me down on the ground in an awkward position. This was when my mind finally registered that I was no longer on my way home. Instead I was on the top of a very tall tower. Admittedly, I was terrified. I was in the state of no return where my issues with anxiety began to sink in.

"I'm so glad you are finally here!" a cheerful voice, that I wanted to punch, said. I turned to the source of my agitation and was utterly shocked at what I saw. A man with white rabbit ears, hair and red eyes. He seemed like an unreal fantasy character from a novel of crazy, drug induced happenings. I couldn't help but touch my face. Eyes, nose, mouth, human ears… thank god my hand didn't fall off during that tumble in a dryer.

Okay, everything seems normal, except for this guy in front of me. What do I do? What do I say? Stop shaking and think! I knew my inner mind ramblings earned me strange looks from people, but not like the kind I got from rabbit man. He looked confused for a moment before smiling and hugging me. That was a big no no. "I'm so glad! My Alice will be so happy to have a friend."

"What the hell do you think you are doing? Don't touch me," I said harshly, but he ignored me.

"I can picture it now," he went into a daydreaming mode which caused me to sweat drop. "I am Peter White, primister." He said after his moment of fangirling, with a bow. Upon straightening up, he held out a vial. It was a light blue crystal, with liquid inside and had a heart shaped stopper on top. "You will have to drink this to play the game."

"No," I glared at him, holding my hands in front of me as a defense mechanism. My aunt taught me never to play games with random strangers and this man was beyond strange.

Peter's ears drooped and I could feel a bolt of electricity run through my body. It was a small part of me, but she was screaming 'He's so cute! Be nice to him! He is a bunny guy after all. You don't meet one of those every day.' On average, I am nice to people. Honestly I think I am too nice. I'm that shy girl in the back of the room, the one who will apologies even if it wasn't her fault or the one doesn't speak her mind. What is a girl to do?

While I contemplated what to do, he kept giving me these big, bunny eyes that made me look away in a huff. Something triggered in my mind and I tried to remember what he said.

Alice.

I once knew a girl named Alice. She lived down the street from me. Her sister and her were very nice to me, and they were the only friends I had grown up. "Did you say something about an Alice?" I questioned the rabbit whose eyes sparkled with love. I only knew this from the strange hearts he was making somehow.

"Oh yes!" he said a little too excited, "My Alice seemed a bit sad lately. So I thought she needed someone from her world to come here and cheer her up!" His explanation seemed a bit shady. Was there really a girl named Alice here or was he just trying to drug me? And what did he mean by 'her world'?

"What are you talking about her world?" I asked, my tone getting harsher with each passing minute.

"I'll tell you if you drink this." He said, waving the bottle in my face. Grinding my teeth and sending a chilling glare at the rabbit man, I yanked the vial out of his hands.

If it kills me… I would be okay with that. I've lived a full life. "Fine," I barked at him. Biting my lip, I took a deep breath and chugged the liquid. It did taste sweet, like cake cups, which made me crave them. I blinked my confusing blue-gray-green eyes as I capped the bottle. Well, I'm still alive. My condition seems stable and I don't feel like I'm going to die. Maybe I was just hoping I hit my head really hard and this was a dream. One I would wake up soon to, or one that I'll be stuck in for a long time. He broke me from my thoughts by saying good bye.

"Hell no. Where do you think you are going? You owe me an explanation!" I yelled after him, but trying to stand up just made my shaky legs give out.

"I have to go, but you get to see my Alice! Tell her I love her!" and with that he was gone. That bastard… left me on top of a tower. I screamed and fell to my knees, crumpling into a fetal position. I am going to die. I tried to collect myself.

If anyone was going to die, it was going to be Peter for pushing me into this mess!

So here is the revamped first chapter! I changed a lot because the back story of Sadie changed. Although I think it's a typical and over done backstory when creating an Oc outsider, I just think, well, i can do whatever I want cause I'm a sad, lonely person.

So I hope you don't hate it if you already read through, and if you are new, thank god you didn't read the old version.

Peace

Wolf