Madeline Hatter sat at the vanity table in her dorm room. She was sticking various photographs around the mirror until the border was covered with the confused faces of her friends, all of whom had also been surprised by the sudden snap of Maddie's camera.

"They do look funny, don't they?"

They looked rather funny to—wait. Maddie? Can you hear me?

"Of course I can, silly Billy-goat!"

Maddie! You can't interrupt the story, it's totally off script!

"But I've always been able to talk to Narrators…"

Well you can't this time – This story is about you!

"Me? Are you sure? The Narrators usually talk about my friend Raven Queen or Apple White."

This story is different. And it's very important that you don't try to skip ahead.

"Why? Does that mean something bad is coming my way? Will I lose my favourite tea-cup? Does the Jabberwocky come back? Gasp! Is there something wrong with Earl Grey?"

Shh! La La La! I'm not telling!

"Narrator!"

Nope. You're just going to have to find out for yourself. No spoilers from me, especially about the library.

"The library? What happens in the library?!"

I mean… oh bother. Pretend you didn't hear that. In fact, try not to hear me at all, otherwise your story would get confusing - And not the good kind of confusing.

"Fiddlesticks. Okay, okay. But if something wicked happens then I'll be pointing my pointy stick at you!"

Madeline Hatter returned to her photographs; a ponderous look upon her face.
Whatever could it be? She thought.