[rubinaito]

London was falling. Falling, falling... through a deep hole that seemed to swallow her up, the light from above disappearing within minutes. She was falling, tumbling through the darkness and hurdling to an unknown. An unknown that oddly, she wasn't frightened of, nor absurdly glad to go to. In all likelihood, she was falling into a place she had visited only in her dreams; a place full of wonder and magic and yet as deadly as the real world. Crazy and strange, London felt like Wonderland would only be a world within her imagination- but as she fell, her skirt billowing her around her, London knew that she was heading to the only place that she'd truly fit into. Clutching onto her sack full of clothing, which she toted around everywhere as per Jameson's wishes, London slowed down and slid to a stop right before landing gently on the ground. "Starting out one more time..." She mumbled softly to herself.
Heart of gold, sun don't shine. Jameson answered, his voice a soft murmur in the back of her mind.
"Will we ever see the light of day?" London finished, running her tongue over her lips and strutting forward to the table where she saw a key and a familiar bottle. Plucking it up, she inspected it- as one should- and it was revealed that rather than the familiar drink she knew, it was poison. "Hm." She hummed in vague annoyance, placing it down and plucking up the key. "Well, if that bottle is poison and the key is different, I suppose it's the bigger door this time." She spoke mostly to herself, although Jameson was keen on listening in. Moving to the large door, she unlocked it and threw it open to reveal a winding maze- of which she knew the way. And that was, of course, the opposite of what she knew.