"Hello Alice." He said. "You've grown qiute mangy cat,but your grins a comfort." She replied, rocking back and forth on her feet. "And you've grown quite an attitude. But still willing to learn I hope." He said waving around his paw while talking. "Do you know where the White Rabbit is?" Alice asked changing the subject. "No but he does move qiute quickly, so none can ever tell where he's going." He replied with a grin. "But," He began. "I myself don't need a wheather-vane to tell wich way the wind blows." After he told her this, he dissapeared leaving Alice alone. "WAIT!" she yelled to him as soon as she saw he was starting to leave. He's gone! How could he have left me here?! I don't even know what I need to do, or what I'm doing here! She thought with rage. She turned the corner, and went up a bridge where she saw something lying on the floor. She ran to it, and came to find out it was a butcher knife. Alice picked it up and examined it slowly. The Cheshire Cat appeared once more, and told her, "Your knife can do you no good, but you must collect what you can." Then once again walked away, and dissapeared . Alice stood there puzzled with anger, and decided to keep moving. When she walked past a small building a card came running after her. She stopped and stood there. The gaurd sliced her arm, and Alice screamed. She looked at her knife, and suddenly dodged the next throw. She took the knife and sliced the card right in half. He lay dead on the floor, the two of him. Alice looked at her wound, and kept walking. She walked through many halls, up stairs, and across bridges. Then she came to a mine.