When we are asleep in this world, we are awake in another – Salvador Dali

It’s been 3 months since I’ve last slept.

Okay, this probably sounds more dramatic than it actually is.

Although I’m saying this while in the middle of a… well… scuffle with a freaking sword currently aimed at my chest. And beside me - or more importantly, on my side - a skittish bunny looking man, a heavy built yet agile grinning teenager, a shady at best drug dealer, and a man-child whom I don't know whether I should kiss or bury underground for the sake of my sanity. Or for what's left of it anyway.

Oh yeah let's not forget about the Tweedle twins and maybe the girl who not entirely 2 days ago was still trying to catch me and do who knows what to me, killing me would have probably been the best option. Or her mother did. Just let me repeat; maybe.

So mayhaps I am owed to be able a little dramatic. Already feeling better.

But I’m getting too far ahead. You don’t even know who I am, where I am – although neither did I for a very long time – and what the hell is going on – again, same.

My name is Alaina Lock.

And this land now on the brink of a war, is Wonderland. At least it used to be.