The white Rabbit twitched his little white whiskers, smiling at Alice. He knew of her stories, but he had  no idea how she had  gotten here. He figured  that it was probably some  stupid thing with how normal people could misunderstand  someone like Alice. It seemed to happen all the time unfortunately enough.<br/>"Yes, I am real...very real indeed. Your White Rabbit...I am here  to save you from your loneliness. They put you in this room by yourself I see. That is a shame, but..only a shame for them...they will see it is not a  shame  for you soon enough."<br/>He twitched a white ear, the stories Alice  wrote  actually were real, but unknown that by her. He wouldn't say that now though. She needed to be ready to know the truth. That is why he was here, to help her  see the truth of the world. Yet, perhaps  he might learn something of himself by talking to Alice.