That’s where she found someone else. Not uncommon, for the banished or poorly-self-medicated to fall to any number of outfielders who paced the forest. All are released in death and go into the paper ground, an eternal cycle cover to cover.
Something was different, though. This was unfinished, uneasily identified by costume or condition. Her hologram buzzed in and out and sometimes the lines would seem almost clean, then ambiguous. This officially had Alice’s attention once her eyes found the object in the dirt beside the sleeper.
Hand to gold chain to pendant. Something like an Avon pin, something like a charm. It seemed to be glowing, even upside down. Curious, Alice bent lower and flipped the thing over.
“What’s up?” came a familiar voice at the top of the hours. He had funny hair and was never far away. He might not always understand, exactly, what the connected worlds mean, but is always there because he has sinking feelings and doesn’t trust rabbit holes.
Alice pointed to the queer jewel.
“No waaay. We had that story read to us, though. Didn’t we?”
“Could it be a virus?” Alice wondered.
Loose binding keeps her walking about
Every since he tore the pages out
They looked up to see the fat, purple feline on a branch.
Judge Kingsley asked for her crown back
And threw a story off its track
With eyes like mine, but not as pretty
Followed a not-so-little kitty
Alice’s true love dragged their undead by the legs, towards the palace. As they walked together, she suddenly felt rather thirsty for tea.
My dear, before you wore the fable
That one built and set your table
Nothing good is from thin air