I decided that I would go through the door. If there was another room, then there had to be something interesting. I tried to go through, but the door was a little too small to fit someone through. Maybe it was made for younger and smaller people, cats or dogs? I stood up, frowning, and was about to leave when I saw something that wasn’t on the small bedside table before. I went over, and saw that it was a small box of mints, and a few bottles of a light pink liquid. I pushed the key into the pocket of my overalls, and held the bear close as I tasted one of the mints. I had checked the expiration date before I tasted, and they weren’t expired yet. I had also smelled them, and checked the box of tampering before I even opened it. Nothing was wrong with it, and so I tasted one. I felt myself getting smaller, and I really thought that I took a drug  that Carrie’s dad does. I realised that there was nothing weird about the way the room seemed, and it was normal. I opened the door again, and that's when I thought that I had become Alice from Alice In Wonderland & Through the Looking Glass. I squealed in delight. “If I was Alice, I don’t think that I would talk as much on the way down. I know that I would ponder how I'm getting down. But, there is a room through this door, so I think I should be fine?” I stepped through the door with my flashlight and the teddy bear only to find myself, indeed, falling. 

A huge gust of wind blew my bun loose into a ponytail, and soon it weakened, but made it a slow fall down. There was nothing like there was in the book that Alice got to see or touch, but my outfit did start to change. My dark hair received loose curls, and my bangs seemed to shorten. I felt a hat on my head, and my overalls changed into a light pastel sage green dress with black accessories. I touched it to see that it was velvet. I squealed in delight. “Oh fancy! Mother has a velvet chair in her room, and it's so soft to touch. Oh, I don’t think that I could stop touching it!” I ended off in a giggle. I felt leafy branches, and soon was in an area that I didn’t recognize but could tell it was a garden. I had hit the ground, not really too hard or too soft, but it still hurt. I groaned, and pushed myself up. I noticed I had black lace gloves, the teddy, a black parasol with light green accents, and black tights. There were black heel like shoes with eyelets that were outlined in a grey scallop pattern. 

The bear looked as if it was brand new. Instead of a dark kind of nasty brown, it was a light brown. Instead of black button eyes, they were grey. There was a pretty red ribbon around its neck instead of a dilapidated dusty pink one. I smiled at it. I stood, picked up the new things, and realised that the parasol was my flashlight. I checked for pockets, and was almost distressed until I found them. I shoved my hands into both pockets in the skirt of the dress, and found that I still had the box of mints and the bottles of the light pink strawberry smelling liquid. I walked around the garden, just looking. It was definitely the same gardens that I had explored a few weeks ago, but they seemed as if they were newly built. There were edible plants, garden veggies, and fruits growing up trained against the wall. I went to one of the court yard gardens, and saw that the house looked brand new as well. There was still some scaffolding in places, and people working on the areas that the scaffolding was located. 

I heard someone call my name, and I turned around. Was this another life or something? I went over to the lady who called me. “I’va been lookin’ all o’re the place for you missus Ophelia! I thought they must’ve lost you!” She gingerly patted my shoulder. She was a lady of colour, and she was really pretty. But, I've always had a soft spot for people different from me. “I’m sorry for going away and not telling you.” She gave off a laugh, a slow drawl. “Eh, eh, eh. You know little miss. Your caretaker has been calling you. But, please don’t apologise. As long as my name is Addison Grey, you’ll not need to be ‘pologising for nothin.” I smiled. “Alright.” She patted my back, ushering me faster. “He’ll be hotter than a cookin pan if we don’t get there in time.” We made it into the house. It was furnished differently from how my parents had done it. The levels that my parents had re-done covered up the stuff that was here. The light bulbs in the house gave off a glow, but they also seemed new. There was a newspaper on the long entryway table, reading March 16th, 1888. I was soon ushered up a few flights of short stairs before we made it down one of the hallways and to the right. 

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