"Come on, Ms. Kingsleigh, you have to talk about your experiences; it's the best way to figure out what's wrong with you." Alice Kingsleigh was laying on the couch. Her psychiatrist, Dr. Martel, was talking to her, trying to get her to share her dreams with the world. Alice had been in the Froste's Centre for the Mental Defective for 5 years, ever since her interrupted wedding day. For 5 years people have tried to get into her mind, but to no success.
"You're not going to talk to me, are you?" Alice turned away from her doctor. "That's a pity. Back to your room it is."
Alice walked through the long grey hallway that led to her room. This was her world. Her room, the hallway and Martel's office. That's everything she saw lately. Alice caught some glimpses of the nametags on the doors leading to hers. Dorothy Gale, Emma Swan, Maxine Caulfield. The hallway seemed to go on forever. Just the grey wall, the grey doors, this grey reality. It was enough to drive anyone insane – if they weren't already. After what seemed like eternity, they reached her room. Alice went in and sat on her bed.
Her room wasn't much. There was a bed, a desk with paper and pencils, and a window with iron bars. There were prisons with better rooms than hers. As she laid down, she overheard to men talking in the hallway.
"Still no progression?" the voice was soft and soothing, almost inhuman.
"I'm afraid so," Alice recognized this voice, it was Dr. Martel's
"Walk me through her file, please."
"She claims to have travelled to another world, through a rabbit hole. It's a world filled with ridiculous creatures. There's a talking rabbit, a hookah-smoking worm, and a grinning cat"
"I see. I'll see what I can do. I will see her tomorrow at noon. Good day to you. Adieu."
"Good day, Mr. Carroll"
Alice heard the soothing man, Mr. Carroll, walk away while Martel entered the cell of the patient opposite of her. He heard him started about something like an Enchanted Forest when her attention was pulled away. In her window, there was a cat. It was a regular cat, a little too fat maybe. There was one thing off; it seemed to be grinning. It looked Alice right in the eyes and with what Alice caught as a wink, it left. Scared and surprised she sat down on her bed. She had seen this cat before. She had seen him in her dreams. With those thoughts in her head, she was blasted against the door as the wall behind her was blown to pieces…