After a short bit of walking, Charlotte was starting to regain normal vision, but her head still hurt severely. Then she again stumbled upon another object in the road: a young dog and his master, trotting along the same path.

"What a strange meeting to see someone of your distinction." The master had remarked. Charlotte, still a bit confused form the fall and where her whereabouts were, didn't understand his sentence and thought she should be either of insultation or complementation.

"What?" she asked out of ignorance.

"You are such a stupid girl," he said, "the leaves fall faster than a thought comes from your speech." The man continued to confuse young Charlotte, and they began to bicker.

"Well," Charlotte put her hands on her hips, "I will have you know that my mother owned a very expensive incorporation that is well worth more than you will ever be!" she pointed one dusty finger at the man and continued on her merry way.

"And where is your mother now? Dead?" the man's last word had made Charlotte shiver and stop in her tracks.

"Y-yeah." She stuttered.

"And who do you hold against it? Your young sister? Is it because your mother was too ill to have a child? What if you were the very one whom weakened her?" she man laughed a cynical sort of laughed and Charlotte ran off, patting the tears that should have been on her cheeks, but weren't falling just yet.

She ran straight in a log cabin, scaring the fourteen young children that slept on the floor, with one large blanket covering all of them.

"Oops! Sorry! Pardon!" Charlotte had scampered throughout their little resting areas as they all screamed, whined, and howled at the disgrace that ran past them. She trotted about the cabin, then quickly made her run for it our the back door that laid open.

Charlotte could be brutal, and sometimes, when she wanted to, could be kind, but Charlotte now was just plainly confused. Too confused to be mean or nice or anything. Her emotion were tangled and messy. The only thing that wasn't twisted was the necklace Leona once wore that now was clutched in her fist.

Annie wasn't struggling so much as her sister, because she hadn't stayed on path and wandered into the flowers that surrounded Wonderland. She was having fun with the bunnies that came to play when suddenly a dark cloud had appeared above. All the rabbits ran off, leaving her alone, in the cold, wet rain. Annie skipped through the puddles and by the time the rain cleared up, her calves were covered in mud and her shoes had fallen off, leaving mud on her feet as well. Now she came face to face with a grand house that lay by the river bank.

She meandered into the wondrous house and came to a table with a Hatter looking quite fashionable, a march hare, and a sleepy dormouse.

"Hello, how are you young Alice, welcome back!" the Hatter smiled and beckoned her to join them. She ignored him calling her Alice and grabbed a seat next to the March hare. "Would you like some tea?" he offered, and she politely refused.

"Where am I? I want to go home." Annie demanded, quite straight forward.

"Where are you exactly? Are you on this world or does your mind truly live underwater? Reasons for living is different from living for reasons, you know, young Alice!" He confused her. She stomped off, irritated by the many people calling her Alice, and walked off to the river bank. She let her feet be pulled by the current. A young girl in a very nice dress came to her.

"What is the problem?" she had asked in a polite tone of voice.

"Everyone is calling me Alice. I'm confused and just want to go home." Annie said between tears and chokes.

"I'm sorry, but I do not quite understand." The girl took off her heels and let her feet be cooled by the river water as well.

"Every since I came here, everyone had been calling me Alice! I am most certainly not Alice! I am truly Annie! Annie Marie Adeline Little! Granddaughter of Ali—" Annie caught herself. Alice. "They think I'm grandma!" Annie gasped. The young girl nodded her head.

"You cannot go home yet, young Annie." The young girl pleaded.

"But I'm confused! I want to go back!" Annie had more tears rolling down her cheeks. The girl vanished and left Annie to cry on her own. - - - - -

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