Prologe

"Wh-where am I?" I ask in a almost whisper. "Why, Wonderland, dear" The boy with curly red hair and a bright colored small top hat says cheerfully. "Oh" I whisper. "And who are you?" I ask. "Jay, the son of the mad hatter, love" the boy says. "And who might you be?" He asks. "Faye" I whisper.