A/N: Haha, another update, damn, I'm on a roll; this is one of the chapters I wrote in school when I probably should have been studying for my math midterm, or the test I was going to have today in History, which I barely passed by the way, or numerous other things that were in all technicality, more important than writing for a fanfiction, but definitely not more fun.

Also, Jhinra was the only reviewer, because there was a short time allotment between this chapter and the last one, and also, freaking Jhinra(you know I mean this in a good way :D), she accidentally gave me a freaking awesome idea for the story with something she said in her review, and so now, I totally have to write it. This story is going to going on for a while, I hope you all stick with me through it.

Ah, and so, an important character comes to light, he had a very small role over eight years ago(in this Wonderland) and he makes a new premiere with more importance than ever before, hope you enjoy it, even if it is amazingly short, sorry.

Warning: There is the subtle(not really) use of drugs mentioned in this chapter, I do not in anyway promote the use of any sort of frug, over the counter, prescription, or otherwise, to alleviate one's feelings. You should only do that with the power of love. :P

RER, Read, Enjoy, Review!

Alice sighed as she looked in the mirror; there was the armor behind her, made by the rebel forces for her, for when they finally went into battle. Flowers decorated the metal, just like the ones in her playrooms; she had learned that they were supposed to be a symbol of peace and innocence.

She shook her head and sat back down on the bed; she couldn't do this, she was just a twenty two year old woman, she didn't know how to govern people, or a country for that matter; she couldn't win a fight, much less a revolution.

Just as she was about to admit it aloud to herself, there was a knock, at her window; which she had never before seen there, as most underground places do not have windows. She went to the window and opened it anyway, as soon as it was opened, out tumbled a man and the window disappeared right from her hands.

The man merely continued to lie on the floor gazing lazily up at the dirt ceiling with sleepy black eyes. He suddenly moved until he was seated upright, shook his mop of black hair, and removed a strange device with a tube connected to it. He took a puff from the device and blew out the smoke, making little rings in the air.

"You're, you're, I know you, but I can't recall your name." Alice stated, just knowing she knew him, only not realizing where from or who he was.

"Lawrence Vanchre ... the Caterpillar." he took another puff and with a billow of smoke, he corrected himself, "Or ... I should say ... the Butterfly, now." and a pair of deep blue wings finally began to lethargically unfurl themselves from his back.

"Caterpillar." Alice said to herself, now recalling her first strange meeting with him, "Well, might I ask what you are doing here, or better yet, what that window was?"

"A way in ... or maybe a way out." he mused aloud in answer, "And as for what I'm doing here, well, that's for you to tell me."

Alice's confusion was apparent on her face, "I'm sorry, I don't quite understand what you mean."

"It's simple really." he began in a breath of smoke, "You, in moment of distress, sent out an alarm that you needed guidance; normally, this is something only Caterpillars do; alas, I was the only Caterpillar you ever new and thus I have been robbed from my own home to help you, of all people."

Alice still didn't quite get it, and now she started to feel guilty, but she nodded her head all the same, "So, you are to act as a counselor for me, at present?"

"I cannot leave until your distress is gone, now hurry up, I haven't got all day." he replied in answer, puffing furiously.

"Well, alright then." Alice sat down on the bed next to him, "Everyone expects me to be some great Queen of Hearts and put right everything that my mother did wrong. The thing is though, I'm not sure if I want to be a princess, much less a queen, and I doubt whether or not I'll be able to change anything, and don't even get me started on Cat. He accidentally sent me a letter, declaring his love for me, and then he took it back, saying that he's sorry if his feelings bothered me, and he decided to choose for me what my answer to his letter was. And nothing feels right, I hate it all." she finally finished her rant by landing her head in Lawrence's lap, which smelled strongly of whatever he smoked.

He patted her head and fell to stroking her hair, "Breathe." he instructed, placing a lightly smoking tube near her face. While she didn't breath it though her mouth like he did, she inhaled deeply, and suddenly felt very light, as though there was not a single weight on her shoulders or mind, "Now, think of your situation again." he told her, and she did.