restless and afraid I don't like change, falling down the rabbit hole for real, its a dark scary place and I drank the potion and I'm growing to big to fit, door forever shut, secret garden remains closed, perhaps the robin holds the key. who are you asks the caterpillar? The girl walks away in a red dress, autumn leaves scrunching underfoot. because she doesn't know? maybe, or perhaps its because she does. The cheshire cat grins and all the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't put Humpty together again. and somewhere, softly a fox pads away leaving foxy footprints in the snow.