Disclaimer: I don't own The Rocky Horror Picture Show

A/N: So, another story has begun. At least I've got this one plotted all out. Oddly enough it's not at all inspired by my actual life. Most of my stories are, though usually metaphorically. Another thing I might want to point out is all of Alice's brother Alex's friends (including Alex himself) are named after characters from A Clockwork Orange (the book, not the awful movie). There's a bit of symbolism to that.

Also, this was partially inspired by the BBC show Life on Mars. It played from 2006-2007, which is why this story begins in 2006 (among other reasons). Alice is in a situation that seems somewhat like Life on Mars character Sam Tyler's. The ending/reveal of this will be different than his story, though.

My name is Alice and I've got the strangest story to tell.

Like many stories it has a simple start. It begins near Halloween at a friend's house. The year happened to be 2006. It was my senior year of high school and I'd been invited to a Halloween party. The kids who invited me were my older brother's friends, mostly. They're all in college – somehow. I guess I wasn't really invited. Alexander – my brother – and his crony George decided my costume was cute. So they dragged me along last minute.

The costume in question happened to be an outfit based on the character Magenta from The Rocky Horror Picture Show. I adored that movie and often went to the midnight showings. A local college cinema played the thing every week.

Oddly enough, the college in question happened to be the very same college Alexander and company attended. Sometimes I worried they'd show up at the theater and wreck havoc. Thankfully that never happened.

"How are you, my drroooogs?" Alexander slurred.

"Well enough. How are you, Alex?" replied Peter,

That's Alex's second-in-command. He's far more responsible than the others in his own funny little way. Party organization and most other things requiring competence were his job. Why else would he already be there? When I was being particularly nasty I sometimes fancied the idea that only George would manage to become a stable adult.

As usual he offered me a drink. For a fool of a college student he sure looked professional. That bothered me somewhat.

"Oh, I'm not 21," I told him.

He rolled his eyes. "I know, girlie. You're Alex's cute sister who we all can't touch for another three years…"

"Seven months," I corrected.

Thanks to a strange little incident with a friend of mine I'd been counting down the days until my 18th. Far too many of my friends went to that college, which meant they were all older than me. One guy I knew… well, that's a story for another time.

Alex and his friends were playing very loud music. It was some really terrible stuff that sounded like a computer trying to drown itself. I hate that sort of music. For some reason I tend to forget about all the terrible music and the drinking and the drugs at Alex's parties.

"Can you get them to change to the music?" I asked Peter.

He gave me a sympathetic look, but then my low cut blouse distracted him. I'm not that pretty but virtually anyone looks hot in that costume. It's not trashy or anything, even. The look on Pete's face gave me the impression he was thinking naughty things one shouldn't think about underage girls…

"Sure. Though in return I might want a… kiss?"

Laughing, I gave him a peck on the cheek. "There! Now can you play some David Bowie for me? Even Alex likes that, I'm sure you know."

He nodded. "ChangesBowie will play next. It's a lucky thing for you that I'm the only person sober enough to use the iPod."

Somewhat distantly I nodded in agreement. My head was starting to really hurt from the loud music. I felt

"Are you alright?" he asked.

Nervously, I shook my head. "No. I… I've got a terrible headache."

"Would you like something for it?"

I shrugged. "Sure."

Quickly, he reached into his pocket for a bottle of pills and handed one to me. "This should lessen the pain."

So I took the pill. This required me to drink something. Thankfully, there was soda there too. Though it wasn't the drink I should've bothered with. You see, there was something odd about the pill. My 'little adventure' – this story – was caused by it. I passed out only moments after taking that horrible medication (I never figured out what it actually was). The last thing I saw or heard or anything that was from 2006 happened to be part of a song. A song from the late 1960s, oddly…

"Ground control to major tom your circuits dead, there's something wrong… can ya hear me Major Tom? Can ya hear by Major Tom…? Can ya…"

Some time later – or, as I later learned, decades earlier – I awoke on a city sidewalk. Still I wore that odd costume of mine. This didn't seem to bother passerby who hurried on anyway. Wherever I'd ended up it was cold.

Something was very wrong, I knew. Either I'd died or become comatose due to some sort of overdoes… or started hallucinating. I hadn't any idea what that pill had been. Of course, I'd assumed it to be aspirin. Perhaps it wasn't even the drug. Maybe the witchcraft of Halloween or something stupid had caused this madness.

After a while I realized how cold I was getting. My somewhat skimpy outfit wasn't helping matters. So I began pacing around.

I happened to be outside an apartment building of some sort. Though I didn't realize it

"Who the hell are you and when did you raid my best friends wardrobe?" the girl asked.

There, right in front of me, stood someone who just might've been 'Columbia' from The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Or, perhaps, she was a fan cosplaying. Either was I wasn't being mistaken for a tart. Not to mention she was smiling brightly and seemed totally harmless.

"My name is Alice… and my fingers are bloody well frozen," I explained unpleasantly.

"Well... maybe you should come inside."

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