A black-haired teen sat with her back against a tree, face in the shadow of a black top-hat.

"So are you going to tell me why I'm here?" she asked without moving.

"Disrespect may be your downfall; some people don't tolerate it as well as I can" said a grubby-looking man smoking a cigarette, who grinned and laughed slightly, but it sounded more like a cough. He took a drag, then continued. "Pollution is everywhereâ€reason has taken overâ€this place is twisted backwardâ€ironicâ€Wonderland, un-insane but twisted"

The teen tipped up her hat and gave the man an odd look, then rolled her eyes to the sky, annoyed. "Everybody knows that, Caterpillar."

"That's not the point, Hatter."

Hatter opened her mouth, looking like she was about to say something, then closed it again as a sign for Caterpillar to continue.

"The point is thisâ€there's nothing we can do about itâ€right?" Caterpillar asked, taking another drag on the cig, waiting for Hatter to answer.

"Well duh."

"No. There is someone who can do something about it."

Hatter looked slightly surprised. "Really."

Caterpillar nodded. After a moment, Hatter got impatient and held out a hand.

"So who is it?"

"Her name is Alice."