As she fell down the hole, she closed her eyes and let her head tip back as she enjoyed the feeling of the wind hitting her face, her hair blowing behind her. It reminded her of freedom, of being able to fly away from all her problems. There was no doubt in her mind that she had fallen asleep. After falling for this long she would have been dead if she were awake, right?

She felt herself slowing down, as if gravity was getting tired of pulling down on her weight and was allowing her to just float down freely. She was a bit hesitant about opening her eyes, but curiosity always got the best of her.

Teacups, tables, lamps, even a bed… Silverware, a mirror, a shelf with some jars; She reached out and grabbed one. "Drink me," she read the label aloud. She let out a hmm, and let the jar go, watching as it went above her. She wasn't sure on if the things were moving up as she was moving down, or perhaps they were floating in place as she fell… But one thing for sure, was that this was not normal at all.

She looked down at this point; she was nearing the ground from what she could tell. It looked like the ground was made of tiles, a strange swirl design in gold. After a moment the bottom of her shoes were softly touching the tile with a small click, it took a moment for her to get used to standing up on her own after flying for so long.

Her eyes started taking glances around the room, her feet patting against the ground as she turned in a small circle in the center of the room to see everything that surrounded her… Which only consisted of doors. It was visible that the walls were all painted brown, but only at the bottom of the walls. Red curtains, cutting off in rectangles as to not hide any of the doors, covered the rest of it.

She didn't know what to do next; there were too many choices as to which door she would go through first. One thing had caught her attention though, for it was different than the rest. It was a mirror, a gold trim around the glass in an oval shape. What was a mirror doing in a room of doors? She walked closer to it, until she was only a foot away and looking at herself. She reached up and adjusted the bow in her hair, which only shifted slightly to the right, and then straightened out the torso of her dress before it ballooned out at the hips. She frowned down at the reflection of her shoes; they were pure white until she happened to run in the mud in the woods. Now they were ruined… She sighed. Well, then again, this was only a dream.

She looked up when she heard the pitter-patter of small feet against the tiles. She didn't see anything at first, but felt something brush against her leg. Her eyes shot back down to see a rabbit, a white one to be specific. It was about to run into the mirror when... it ran through the mirror. The glass turned into a sort of wave around it as it passed through, and she took a jump back.

"How is that possible?" She asked, now just staring incredulously at the bottom of the mirror where the rabbit had jumped through. After staring at it in shock for a moment, she took a step forward and put her finger to the glass. The same reaction had happened, the ripple effect on the glass. She didn't even feel as if she was touching an object, as if as she slid her hand further into the glass that she was only touching the air on the other side. And so, as curiosity always got the best of her, she stepped through.

The grass on either side of her was just as tall, if not taller, than herself. There were giant mushrooms, pieces of land seemingly just floating in the blue sky. She stared around, her eyes a bit wider than they were before. She noticed someone running along the narrow stone path, wearing an all white suit along with his white hair tied back into a ponytail. "I'm late!" He cried.

She concluded after a moment of staring at him that he had to have been the white rabbit. There was no other way to end up on this path except for the mirror of which both her and the rabbit had came through, and with all of these unrealistic things occurring around her... Well, nothing seemed impossible anymore.

"Wait, Mr. Rabbit!" She called as the man rounded the corner, she couldn't see him anymore now that the giant mushroom was covering the path. She began to chase after him, he could answer any of the questions that she had… one of them being how exactly did one walk through a mirror? Others included how she ended up falling, for she had no remembrance of anything between her running in the woods and falling, and how he turned from an animal to a human.

She stopped in her tracks though, when a ring of smoke passed in front of her face. She nearly choked on the smoke; she cleared her throat and let her hand rest on her chest.

"Who… are… you?" Two more puffs of smoke followed. She was taken aback as she turned to where the smoke and voice had come from. On top of one of the many giant mushrooms sat a caterpillar, but not any ordinary caterpillar. Instead it was monstrous in size, wearing an eyeglass with a pipe in hand. He took another puff out of the pipe of what she figured was hookah.

Herself and the caterpillar stared at each other for quite some time in silence, before she finally spoke. "I… don't know. Well, I know who I was when I woke up in the morning, but things have changed since then."

The caterpillar then took the pipe from its mouth and set it down, it strangely crawled around to find itself in a more comfortable position. "What do you mean by that? Explain yourself," the creature ordered.

"I can't explain myself, because I'm not myself, you see?"

"I don't see."

"I'm afraid I can't put it more clearly. I don't even understand it myself…" she sighed, her expression looking rather saddened by this.

"You, who are you!" The caterpillar asked contemptuously. The girl stared back at the creature in disbelief, annoyed by its habit of speaking in such small sentences and asking the same question yet again. This conversation wasn't going to be going anywhere, and as she wasted her time the rabbit was running further away. So instead she turned and continued to run away, following the path that the rabbit man had went. The caterpillar called after, telling her that her temper would not get her far here in Wonderland. Whatever that meant.

She didn't have to run very far to end up in front of a doorway that was made out of hedges, she had to be getting closer to where the rabbit had ran off to. She slowed down to a stop, catching her breath as she stood there for just a moment. She looked at the hedges. They were tall just like everything else she had came across so far in this strange place. Was it a maze? She inferred after a moment. She didn't like the way there were different ways to go as she stepped between the tall hedges, glancing down from side to side to see that there were different options of directions to go in.

Her mother had told her before to always go with the first idea that came to mind. That would get her out of trouble, most of the time in trouble although. She would use that method now and see which of the two outcomes she would receive... And so she turned right. Her arm brushed against the hedge, she only felt the prickle of it for a moment before that feeling was replaced by something rougher, something tugging roughly on her arm.

She let out a scream as she fought back against the hand that grabbed on to her from inside the hedge; she tried to pull her arm away from it. She screamed for help, even if she was somewhere where she hadn't seen one person. There had to be someone around here, someone who could help.

Finally after yanking herself away from the hand she tumbled to the ground, now sitting there and holding the spot that the random hand had a grasp on her. She looked at the spot to see that there was now a red hand print in her skin, she rubbed it to try to make her skin turn back to it's normally pale shade.

Help had come, although a few moments late. She heard a series of footsteps against the tiles, clanking of metal as if there were soldiers coming at her. They were, in fact, and as the group of men turned the corner her eyes were drawn to their strange uniforms. The man in the front had no weaponry on him, instead just wore a silly hat on his head and a long red coat with white fur on all the cuffs and collar. The others held swords in their hands; their entire medieval soldier uniform was black and red, their faces covered with a helmet.

"Take her to the Queen!" The man in the lead declared only after a second of looking at her. The soldiers behind him rushed at her before she even had a time to react. They pulled her to her feet and she made a face at them for their lack of politeness.

"Excuse me," she began. "You do not have to handle me with such disrespect." Of course the soldiers wouldn't listen to her, and continued to just drag her along the path. They stayed away from the hedges, she noticed. The way through the maze they had already memorized, for it was like taking a simple stroll for them. "It is entirely rude to treat a lady like this, I could walk by myself," she continued to complain. She didn't put up any struggle, just let her arms and legs go limp as they pulled her.

Finally as they exited the maze, her blue eyes were staring down a narrow tiled path that on either side was complete blackness. The two soldiers holding each of her arms pulled her up until she had no choice but to walk for herself, but yet they did not let their grips on her arms go. She continued to mumble under her breath about their lack of respect to no avail. Up ahead of her there was a group of people forming two lines, wearing strange costumes and masks over their faces. Their masks weren't anything like the soldiers, but instead as if they were attending a masquerade. In the center of the two rows was a large set up of a stage, a series of golden steps leading up to a lonesome golden chair in which a woman sat. A long red veil covered her face; there was a crown visible on her head.

The man that was in the lead of the soldiers quickly put himself at the hidden woman's side. After a small exchange of words, he picked up the other end of something that resembled an elephant's trunk that the woman was holding onto as well. The soldiers dragged the girl to the bottom of the stage, and continued to hold her there. Her eyes looked around to all of the hidden faces, about twenty sets of eyes just staring at her on either side. Some of their heads were tilted as they surveyed her.

"The Queen demands a name."

Her attention was turned back to the stage. The man was speaking firmly to her, his authority showing in his voice. There was something she didn't like about the sound of his voice, he was nothing less than a braggart. The blonde made a face at that. She couldn't understand why he didn't just ask her that question himself.

"My name is Alice."

There was an exchange of whispering through the elephant trunk that the two on the stage held. He held it to his ear, listening to what the woman was saying through it.

"And what is your business in Wonderland, Alice?"

"Well… I'm not sure," the blonde sighed. Another use of the word 'Wonderland'… that must have been the name of this place. She didn't like the expression the man gave her at her answer, as if she made a mistake.

"Then, how did you get to Wonderland?"

"I wish I knew, sir."

The people on either side of her giggled, trying their best to keep quiet but yet they couldn't help but let the laugh slip out. Alice narrowed her eyes at them. She didn't appreciate being the joke.

She looked back ahead of her to see that someone was walking towards her, an executioner. A scythe was in his hand; there were heavy stomps and clanks of armor as he headed towards her. His scythe was being swung back…

"Wait!" Alice shouted, trying to free herself from the grasp of the soldiers on either side of her. The executioner stopped.

"I… I can figure it out, if you just give me time," Alice breathed heavily. She felt her heart beating out of control in her chest. Her eyes looked past the man in front of her and to the Queen, she could hear her faint whispering into the horn.

"The Queen is allowing you to live. You must keep your word of telling The Queen how you got to Wonderland. Do not take advantage of her time." The man bowed his head, giving her a rude smirk.

Before Alice had the time to say thank you, she was being dragged away again by the soldiers.