The Alice was too old for Wonderland, and both of them knew it. But she’d left last time, before things could be finished, and Wonderland was forced to bring her back.

Wonderland always shapes itself after Alice, molding itself to conform to her imagination, the things she’s seen, what she knows. It’s no problem when the Alice young, innocent and naïve to the adult world. But this Alice doesn’t belong in Wonderland anymore. She doesn’t dream now- too many days have gone by, too many summers have died.

All are welcome in Wonderland…where the Cat’s smile hovers eerily in midair, where it is always Time for tea… where a Queen perches on a bed of blood and roses and counts the seconds until the guillotine drops…