You were one of the inhabitants of Underland, known to most as a loyal ally of the White Queen. Word had spread quickly that Alice—the Alice—had finally returned. The girl destined to slay the Jabberwocky.

As you wandered through the tangled woods of Underland, you suddenly spotted her. She was standing on the twisting, uneven path, in conversation with the Dormouse, the Hatter, the March Hare. Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum were looking on.

Alice’s blue dress, now torn and slightly dirtied from her journey, confirmed that she’d been through quite the ordeal already.

Her hands were on her hips, and her brow was furrowed as she tried to piece together the nonsensical things they were saying.

“Too tall, too plain, and far too much nonsense in her head. She’s the wrong Alice!” the Dormouse piped up, crossing her tiny arms and brandishing her needle-like sword.