<div style="text-align: justify;">Alice looked around curiously as she entered the house. Rabbits, many rabbit pictures everywhere. White rabbits, like the one she had...? The girl shook her head and took a deep breath. How was that even possible? Was there another Alice like herself, who liked writing and dreaming? "There's nothing wrong with being creative", Alice murmured, almost defensively. She stopped by a picture and stared at it for a moment. That... couldn't be true, she thought to herself. That man couldn't be the father of 'her' White Rabbit. Feeling slightly dizzy when he said his son had run away, Alice sat down on the first chair she could reach. "I'm sorry, sir... I'm so sorry", she muttered, standing back up. <br/><br/>"I'm sorry about your son as well... I hope he is all right, wherever he is". Alice blinked a few times and touched the man's arm. It seemed like that man was related to her, even if just by marriage. So that meant the White Rabbit was too...? "Would you like some water or tea, sir? I can make some, if you allow me".<br/><br/>Alice would say something else, when footsteps started sounding. "Is there someone else in the house?", the girl asked, not knowing that this sound was leaking into her dream from the outside world.</div>