Slowly and incredibly cautiously, Felicity peered out of the wooden door. There was a set of stairs immediately in front of her and nothing else; she was in the attic. After Moira had stormed out Felicity had searched around the room as quickly as she could as her body still ached. She had found a cotton dress and pinafore that she had dressed herself with. "How very Cinderella?" She had whispered to herself after finding no other clues in the bedroom. As she started down the stairs, Felicity checked her wrist for a hairband and snapped it off, pulling her messy hair back and up, fixing it out of her way. With absolutely no intention of actually doing her chores, Felicity figured she should pretend and look the part.

It had already crossed her mind that this was an Arrow undercover case gone horribly wrong, but there was no Oliver in her ear and it did not explain Moira believing she was Cinderella. Nothing explained why Oliver's mother believed she was Cinderella, or why she was her step-mother in the scenario. At the bottom of the stairs, after passing down two floors that were probably all bedrooms, Felicity looked all around. There was a kitchen to the left, a door down a small corridor in both directions. She needed to find a door to the outside world, maybe then she would get some answers. Or maybe if she could find a telephone she could call Oliver and Diggle, they would come to her rescue and figure everything out.

"You're a sight for sore eyes."

Felicity turned sharply at the voice and saw Laurel, the dirty-blonde haired Lance sister standing in a now open doorway. "Laurel?"

Laurel rolled her eyes in despair and crossed her arms over her dark blue, strappy dress. "One of your little daydreams again, Cinders?" She said the name with such derision that Felicity wondered how someone could hate another person that much. Then she remembered Isabel Rochev. "No wonder you're not invited to the ball. Try growing up one day instead of dancing around here in your own little world."

"Ball? What ball?"

"The Queen's ball for the Prince, you silly little girl. Not that you should bother yourself with it, obviously. Have you finished making my dress yet?"

"Making... I can't sew."

"Well, not very well, no, but your father left my mother with no money so we have to make do with you. In so many ways," she sighed. "You are pretty pathetically rubbish at everything."

The words still hurt Felicity event though she knew deep inside of her that she was not Cinderella and Laurel was not... "You're the ugly step-sister."

Laurel stepped closer, slapped Felicity hard around the same cheek that Moira had slapped and sneered at her. "Watch who you're calling ugly, you jumped up little gold digger!"

Before she could say anything else or Felicity could react from the stinging words and harsh slap, there was a loud banging and a shrill feminine voice. "Cinderella, answer the door!"

It was yet another demand and as Laurel opened her mouth, no doubt to nag Felicity further, Felicity held up a hand. "I got it." Badly wanting to mutter something bitchy at her step-sister, Felicity really did not want another slap so she held her tongue. Along the corridor and through a door there was a large entrance room, with the house's main door along the opposite wall. The banging was still continuing.

"All right, all right, I'm coming!" Opening the door, Felicity could not believe the relief that she felt as she saw him. Whatever was going on in this crazy mixed up world, he had come to rescue her. "Diggle, thank goodness! I don't know what the hell's going on, but I think I fell down a rabbit hole!"

"A rabbit hole?"

She laughed in spite of everything else. Diggle would always come for her. "I feel like Alice."

"Okay," He looked confused, which, in turn confused Felicity. She shook it off, causing her head to spin.

"Come on," She reached her hand out to his arm. "Let's get me out of his place."

"Alice, you need to stay here." He said as he took her hand from his arm and held her hand tenderly. Why was he calling her Alice? Was he as confused as she was? Was everyone suffering from the strangest group incidence of amnesia ever? "It'll be safest for you here. Please stay." She was confused by the begging tone in his voice and the compassionate look in his eyes. "Don't come to the ball."

"The ball?" She was still Cinderella. She was still confused. Then her world went black.

ARROW-HOOD-QUEEN

Blinking her eyes rapidly, Felicity managed to wake up quicker than the last time and her eyes focussed far quicker on the ceiling above her. Her body still ached, but her head was less fuzzy than it had been. Perhaps her random nap had helped clear her head out.

"Thank goodness, you're awake." Recognising the voice and hearing some sympathy in the voice, Felicity sat up and came face to face with Thea Queen of all people.

"I was having the strangest dream," Felicity began as Thea moved away and stood up. "Honestly, Thea, you wouldn't believe it."

"Thea? Whatever, I don't have time for your oddness." Thea shook her head dismissively as if Felicity were just something she had stood in. There was not much difference really. "How could you though, really? I mean, you've always been an embarrassment, but in front of the Grand Duke? I'm so glad that Mother said you have to finish your chores first. You'll never finish them before the Ball."

"The Grand Duke?"

"Yes, he was delivering the invitations. There was one for you, but Mother said no. And you have nothing to wear. Not that you have any taste in clothing. If you had anything other than rags." Apparently there was not that much difference between Thea and an ugly step-sister, Felicity thought, other than the ugly part.

"Well, I better get on then." Felicity left the room, promising to get on with her chores. She did not want another slap, especially from Thea of all people. Walking quietly into the kitchen, Felicity sat down at the table and began to ponder what on earth was going on. After a few minutes, she stood and got a glass of water as if suddenly remembering that her throat was on fire from a lack of fluid. Everything had been forgotten whilst she tried to figure out what the Hell was going on. She still had no memory. She still had no idea what she had been doing before waking up on a bed of straw and the worst thing was, she had no idea how the Hell she had become Cinderella. It was not even the Disney Princess with which she associated most. She was not Cinderella and she did not see Laurel and Thea as ugly stepsisters. Okay, Moira could be seen as evil mother, but not a step-mother and certainly not a step-mother to Felicity. If this was some sort of hallucination or dream, it was so far off the mark Felicity would laugh if she were not so confused. Maybe they had all drunk something to cause a mass amnesia. Not that amnesia would explain why everyone else was convinced of the Cinderella thing. Except Diggle who possibly thought he was in Alice in Wonderland.

Picking up the glass to take another sip, Felicity was puzzled as the glass was empty and her throat still dry. Standing up to re-fill it, it was then that Felicity realized that the room was dark. It was dark outside of the window, everywhere around her. How had it become night so quickly?

"I really don't like this weirdo world," she complained to nobody.

"Perhaps I can help." Felicity jumped in shock at the sudden voice, turning she saw Sara Lance standing a few steps away wearing her super-blonde wig.

"Sara?"

"Anything you want, my dear, and it shall be yours."

"Anything… Great, not you, too? Are you supposed to be my Fairy Godmother?"

"You want to go to the Ball?"

"No, no not really. I want to go home."

Sara was not listening. "The Ball it is." She swished her hand around and nothing happened. "But be warned," she paused with the swishing. "When the clock strikes midnight, I cannot help you. I won't be able to rescue you."

Felicity's world went black again.