"H-hello…?" a tiny voice echoed in the bleak, black space with seemingly no end. "Wh-where am I? Where is my dreamer?"
The little Dream's blue eyes darted back and forth franticly. "I-I don't want to disappear like this! How can I make people dream of me?"
The little Dream paced and paced, thinking hard about his predicament. He scratched his blonde hair, tucked at the red ribbon that hung loosely around his neck, and searched his little green sailor suit. During his hunt he felt something in his pocket. A stack of immaculate white cards the size of his hand was pulled out.
The little Dream smiled at an idea. "I know. I'll let the humans into me and they'llmake my world." He took the first card. "They can't be just anyone, though. They have to be good and innocent. Like Alice in Wonderland."
He had no recollection as to how he knew of that story, but it gave him another idea.
"My world is Wonderland. I need an Alice."
The card began to stain red. It was a spade with the face of a young man inside. His name was written beneath in leaky red letters.
"Are you my Alice, Mr. Ivan Braginski?"