'I haven't been sleeping well lately. I keep having this reaccuring dream, a strange dream. It changes often, but one thing remains the same. The rabbit. A white rabbit who has cold endless eyes, red markings on his face and a long red laced coat fastened with ornate wooden buttons. The whole attire looks rather regal, that is I haven't seen anything of it's sort before. A white bowe with long flowing tails hangs from his neck, he looks like he is from the 18th Century. strange indeed'. The carraige hits a large stone on the long ago laid gravel road, causing the young boy to start, evidently knocking him from his thoughts. He looks out of the rain stained window and scoffs in disamusemant . 'Oh yes, I remember now. I have bigger things to deal with. My parents have sent me to England to attend the 'The white rabbit academy of fine academics for prestigious young men'. I bet its like everything else in England: boring and old. Not to mention it always rains here. I miss Seoul, whith it's clean streets and it's nice weather. I also miss my dance studio and friends. Clearly my parents do not understand me, either that or they don't care. Nothing good could possibly come from me coming here...'