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[X] Chase after 'Alice'.

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From the side of his eye, Grimnír could see someone running through the woods. It was only for a moment, but it looked like a young blonde girl in a light blue dress. She had a large black book in her arms as she hurried along.

"Was that 'Alice'?" he thought.

He turned back to the Cat and gave it a polite bow.

"I shall take my leave," he said. "Thanks for the directions."

The Cat only grinned at him, and then it vanished. Grimnír waited a little, half expecting to see it again, but it did not appear, and after a minute or two he ran in the direction that the young girl went. "While I might have to visit the March Hare at some point," he said to himself; "Alice herself may be a better person to talk to." As he said this, he looked up, and there was the Cat again, sitting on a branch of a tree.

"By-the-bye, what became of the spoon?" said the Cat. "I'd nearly forgotten to ask."

"Huh? There was no spoon," Grimnír said. "And while I don't mind it, you shouldn't keep appearing and vanishing so suddenly: you could make others quite giddy."

"All right," said the Cat. This time, it vanished quite slowly, beginning with the end of the tail, and ending with the grin, which remained some time after the rest of it had gone.

"That Cat and her really aren't that different, now that I think about it," he commented.

He had not gone much farther before he came in sight of the young girl. She was standing before the tallest oak he has ever seen, and she seemed to be searching for something. Instead of the book he saw earlier, the girl now had a small doll in her hands.

"Can't find it... can't find it," she muttered as she circled the oak.

"Is your name Alice?" said Grimnír. "And what can't you find?"

"The exit," she whispered. She said nothing more as she continued circling, pausing on occasion to examine the ground closely.

As he watched the young girl, who looked around eleven or twelve years old, something strange began to happen. Everything around him was beginning to lose color ("Again", he told himself), and as he rubbed his eyes, he couldn't help but see the world in shades of grey. Even the girl's beautiful golden hair turned into the dull color of a metal fence.

"Not here," said the girl. "And not here, either."

Then, Grimnír blinked in surprise as he saw another purple door on the left side of the great oak. Still confused, he scratched his head as he approached the door, which was definitely not there before. He turned to the girl, but by her reaction, she couldn't see it.

"I suppose that I'm supposed to open this," he said to himself quietly.

[ ] Go through the door alone.
[ ] Tell the girl to come with you.
[ ] Ignore the door.
[ ] Custom