I felt my dress wrap around me, the same way a woman would wrap a scarf around her neck. I closed my eyes as I tumbled over and over, until the breeze stopped and I ventured a glance from between my fingers. I was still falling, into a place I wasn't sure I knew.

As I fell, clocks flew past me. Their birds flew out to mark the hour, and a small part of me remembered setting the time on the faces of those clocks. But no sooner had that memory surfaced that it was gone. I flew past the clocks and was soon surrounded by white roses and Bitter Rabbit dolls with an eye-patch covering one of their eyes. The breeze pushed at me, so I was falling with my feet first. It was there that I landed in a giant pillow, overstuffed with down feathers.

I coughed as the pillow exploded around me, and covered me in the dainty feathers. I pulled them from my hair and looked around me. There was a door, actually, there were many doors. But only one seemed oddly luminous to me. I walked closer to view it and put my hand on the door handle. I tried to turn it…but it didn't move. I tried again, but the object refused to budge.

"Madness is defined as the repeating of an experiment and expecting a different result…" a detached voice whispered to me as I dropped my hand on my purple skirt and viewed my surroundings once again. But the door always caught my returning gaze before I dropped to my knees and looked through the key-hole. Beyond, was a beautiful garden. Flowers grew tall in beautiful shades and varieties of colour.

I spotted a small table beyond with some cakes and a glass of water. I tried to view further before an eye appeared on the other side of the key-hole. It was an odd blue, not quite what I liked as it appeared cloudy, almost like dirty rain water. It blinked when it spotted me before a finger went through the hole and poked me in the eye.

I pulled away to rub my eye carefully, feeling tender now as I looked back towards the strange blue eye. There was no voice, but it somehow managed to laugh, sending a shiver down my spine. I pulled on the handle once more, now slightly desperate for that water (and to see who the strange blue eyes belonged to) before I remembered what that detached voice had whispered to me. I stood up and wondered how I was supposed to get on the other side.

I looked up, and spotted something silver. Would that help me open the door? I looked around the room and spotted a table that hadn't been there before. I tilted my head to the side and viewed it carefully. There were two things on its surface, a small cake and a small vial. I lifted the vial and saw it had 'DRINK ME' written in light cursive so I looked over at the cake. It had, 'EAT ME' written in the same cursive, a familiar cursive I wasn't sure where I had seen before.

"Which should I do?" I whispered before looking back up at the silver object, "will one of them help me reach that silver thing?"

The cake was a powder blue colour, with a white ribbon tied carefully around it. A butterfly immersed in the finest cerulean shade grazed its top with the small sign on the corner. It looked too beautiful to eat, and yet…I lifted it carefully and took a bite.

My hand locked and the cake fell to the table, leaving a trail of crumbs in its wake. My heart was racing, as it had in my dream and I clutched my chest. But instead of pain, it was an odd sense of happiness. I pulled my hands away and viewed a soft shimmer coming off of my skin. I looked back to the cake, and blinked. Had it grown bigger? Had I only taken a nibble rather than the bite I was certain I had ate? Then the table seemed to be a little taller and I wondered if I was perhaps shorter than I had originally thought.

I lost sight of the rest of the room as I fell into my purple dress. I stopped changing size and my dress dropped around me. I looked around the inside material, trying to find my way out before I pushed at the material.

"Was it always this heavy?" I asked myself as I climbed away from the heavy underskirt.

I got free a few moments later and looked around the room I was certain had been smaller a few moments prior to my skirt falling on me. I looked to the door, and the eye that kept its steady gaze on me. It was only then that I realised what had happened. The room hadn't gotten bigger….I had shrunk. I screamed, sounding oddly like a kettle boiling. I looked at the dress and then myself before I screamed again. My dress had stayed the same size while I had…shortened. Which meant in that moment, I was as naked as a newborn baby. I tugged at the purple dress, seeking to pull some of the material away to form some form of cover on me.

I managed to rip some of the underskirt and wrap it around my waist twice. I ripped another piece and tied it around my chest before I inspected how bad I looked. I looked like a strange prostitute (in case anyone was wondering, she's dressed in a bikini sort of style), so I tied off my hair and wondered what I supposed to do now. I couldn't stay here.

"Drink me," I whispered as I looked back up to the table and then further to the shimmer of silver.

But how was I supposed to get up to the table and drink that strange vial? I looked back to the dress and began pulling more pieces off. Maybe I could use it to make a rope and climb up onto the table. I tied off what I considered to be a very long measurement before I brought it to the table's base. I found a small staple and tied it at the very end to act as a grip on the table's wooden surface.

I swung it over my head and threw it, hearing it scratch the surface of the table. I pulled on it, feeling the resistance which gave me a small amount of hope. It was then I spotted a spider, similar to the one from the office as it looked down at me, its yellow eyes glowing softly as it unhooked the rope and let it fall back down to me. I mumbled before starting the whole process again. But no matter how many times I attached the rope, the spider sent it back down to me.

"Damn it, Claude!" I snapped but the name faded like the other until it was only me and the spider.

I had to find a way to distract the spider, to make it lose interest in me. I scanned the room and spotted a small fly. I walked over to it, seeing it had a lovely greyish lavender body and bright blue eyes. A small bonnet was attached to its head as it looked at me. I reached out and it let me hold it tight, wrap the rope around it and swing it around my head. It was a very odd fly. The fly went to the spot the rope caught and the spider went to detach me. It froze however when it spotted the fly and it went after it.

Let's just say, it sounded horrid from where I was standing. The fly screamed and then everything went silent. Up until the fly made a slight buzz. The spider went for it and I heard it hit something. I looked up in time to see the vial falling off the table. The spider must have knocked it down in his desperate attempt to stop Hannah from stealing Ciel's soul…but no sooner had I received that thought that it was gone. The vial fell on my dress and I grabbed it quickly, seeing the label was still attached. The liquid inside was pitch black but if it could help me retrieve the small silver object, who was I to protest?

I pulled the stopper out and tilted the vial so I could drink the contents. It felt like water running down my throat, but as with the cake, a curious feeling wrapped around me. I dropped the vial and the contents began to spill free but that didn't bother me. The drink had an odd taste, like bean cakes from Houndsworth mixed with grapes. The cake had been odd as well, with a taste of salmon, beef fillet, rice cake, eel pie and dust. I felt my heart stutter and I felt myself grow. The dress became a forgotten mess on the floor as I shot past the table and the small fight between the fly and the spider.

I had enough conscious thought to grab the silver object before hitting the ceiling painfully. But I didn't stop growing there either. The roof collapsed around me and crushed the duelling pair on the table. It brought a sense of relief to my heart that they were gone. The room fell to the floor around me, and I was in the garden I had seen through the key-hole. I looked around a moment later before viewing myself.

"Not again," I mumbled as my shreds of fabric had faded yet again….and I was standing in a garden of a manor naked, "it's just not my day…"

At least she crushed that awful spider, he was truly a pain in my…I'm narrating now? Why didn't you warn me?

Excuse me ladies and gentlemen, I wasn't aware we had reached the end of this chapter. What I was trying to say was, fear not, Alice is quite resourceful. Now, back to the story…