She looked around. "Okay...I have no idea where I am."
"You're in Wonderland," said a raspy harsh voice. Claire whirled around and looked in the trees to see a teenager with deep burgundy red hair and a fedora on his head. He wore a black suit with a red shirt underneath. His sneakers were black and white like the ones she had in her bag, but instead of a star on the side like hers there was a cat that had been colored in red marker.
She looked up at him, resting on a tree branch in a lazy manner, his lips turned up in a mischievous grin. "Who are you?" she asked him.
"Cheshire Jack," he said, his raspy voice toned by an Irish accent.
"Is that like the CHeshire Cat?"
"You knew my father?"
"Your father was a cat?"
"No," he said, rather offended sounding. "His name was Cat though."
"That's weird," she said. "You said I was in Wonderland?"
"No, you are in Wonderland," he corrected.
"Whatever, can you tell me how to get back to New York?"
"Why not old York?" he asked.
"Goodbye," she said, grabbing her bag and walking away.
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