Anne followed Chessur into a large clearing. All that could be seen was a large, decaying, wooden windmill.
"Well, I out to be going, I have plans with a certain Red Queen I must attend too."
"Oh!" replied Anne, "I'm sure she's lovely."
"About as lovely as the jabberwocky Alice beheaded." Chessur mumbled to himself; his grin widening at the thought of that moment Iracebeth fell from power.
"I'm sorry, but beheaded a what?"
"A jabberwock, my dear, is a terrifyingly evil creature."
"Oh, so if this Queen is like a Jabberwocky then why is she still in power?"
"She isn't in power. That has been taken care of already and she was sentenced to banishment but she has escaped. Now I really must be going."
"But I'm not sure of where-," but before she could finish the grinning cat vanished, "of where I am to go," she said quietly to herself.
Suddenly, rumbling through the woods that Anne had just emerged from, came a gust of wind and accompanying the wind was a high pitched scream of pure pain that together sent chills up and down her spine.
"I don't think it would be wise to stay out here much longer." With that she started to run and she didn't stop until she had made it through the dark opening of the windmill.
The inside of the windmill was even darker and stranger than it was outside but as she tip-toed across the old, creaky floor panels she listened as the sound of the screaming became quieter. That's better. I wonder if anyone lives in here. I would assume not considering how dark it is in here but I'm learning not to take anything for certain down here. Oh, how I wish I had a candle. As if by magic, a sudden flicker of candle light appeared on the far side of the empty, creaky room. Anne, entranced by the dance the candlelight made on the wooden walls, crept even closer than she should have dared but still she walked gingerly across the room until she was almost right in front of the burning candle when she stopped. It was then that she saw the face behind the light. The wide grin with the gap between the two front teeth; the wild, uncontrollable, fiery red hair; the enchanting, emerald green eyes; and the charred, black hat with a pink ribbon tied around the base. And in a cheerful yet slightly eerie voice the smile formed the words: "Hello, Alice."
