" De De ma. No shi ta garo ma ta-shimo tasika maru

Tomi, shin a, gama ni ko chi

Doma no gu, toma-oo-wari"

That is what Vivian heard. She didn't know where she was or how she got there, all she knew was that she couldn't see. Suddenly, the menacing song from doll like voices ceased. Suddenly, there was light. It was a bright yellow light coming from somewhere so high up Vivian couldn't see the source. It was directly overhead and far too bright to be the sun.

"Where am I?" she asked the air as she stood from the cold wooden floor. She moaned as her head throbbed. Once her eyes cleared she'd immediately wished they hadn't. Wherever she was it probably wasn't created by humans. She was standing on the base of a large clock. The clock hung on silver chains, hooked to the top of the clocks cane-like structure. The bottom of the clock was twenty feet over her head and the base of the clock was two feet high.

Vivian jumped from the base of the clock. The floor was tiled with blood red and night-black tiles in a checkered pattern. As soon as her ballet slippers hit the floor the singing began again. Vivian couldn't understand the words or even make out most of the syllables, but the music was loud and clear. Played on what sounded like the cross between a flute, a violin, and a clarinet all mixed, it momentarily enchanted Vivian and made her forget her predicament. She soon snapped out of it.

Vivian looked at her surroundings. Everything was much too big or small. She began walking forward, until she realized she had shoes on. Didn't she take her heels off after the party last night? She couldn't remember much but she knew those weren't her shoes. They were ballet slippers, one was black, and the other was red. The red one had black laces running up her leg and the black had red laces doing the same. She shook it off. She had to find a way out.

She walked for what felt like years but could only have been hours. There was nothing but broken toys and furniture. She walked on and on until something caught her eye. She turned to see a little toy rabbit. Though Vivian was never good friends with real rabbits, she had a thing for the toy ones. She picked it up, it was a little big, about two feet tall and 10 inches wide, but it was very plush and warm. Vivian picked it up and examined the toy. It had a red and black waistcoat with gold trim, a little black top hat with a red ribbon at the base and a little watch in its pocket. Vivian checked the watch. 12:00 o'clock exactly. The only things it had was a small glass box with nothing in it and an empty vile with a heart shaped stopper.

She spun the rabbit around to find a zipper in the back. She unzipped it. Empty. She put the glass casings in the pocket of the rabbit and zipped it back. Vivian cradled the toy close to her chest and continued on her quest. Finally she could not walk anymore and searched for a place to sleep for the night. She settled for the first thing she found, a comfortable overly-large love seat made of red felt. It had a large throw blanket over the back and several pillows. She dragged one of the pillows down from its perch on the arm of the love seat and then yanked the throw blanket down. She lay on the pillow and wrapped the blanket around herself and the white rabbit, still clutching the toy to her chest.

Vivian slept surprisingly well. She woke to hot breath on her face and slowly opened her eyes to the world around her. There in front of her stood a tall, dirty looking rabbit, and a man who looked like a muscular rag-doll with bright red hair and a top- hat. Alice groaned and curled her lip slightly. "I'm SO sick of this dream.


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