That's a dog. Which is funny to say the least, Alice had always pictured ghosts like King Hamlet's specter, not a blanket. It would be something she would have been so gracious to point out if it weren't for the situation she's in.
She's still more confused than alarmed, raising her dark eyebrows in surprise. How do you pet a dog like that? Or can it be petted? Or even nuzzled? It is cute, in a way. In a way that only the Cheshire Cat himself can be cute. Suddenly, Alice is holding herself, dawning in the realization that this...
This isn't a hallucination. Her first reaction was exactly this, questioning her mind. By the time she hears Jack, has her flinching greatly. Her heart settles as she finds herself glancing back, still very much flabbergasted and disoriented. What the hell has happened?
"... Mister Jack?" She asks, trailing off, her green eyes glancing back at the dog. Zero? Well, whatever works, right?
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That's a dog. Which is funny to say the least, Alice had always pictured ghosts like King Hamlet's specter, not a blanket. It would be something she would have been so gracious to point out if it weren't for the situation she's in.
She's still more confused than alarmed, raising her dark eyebrows in surprise. How do you pet a dog like that? Or can it be petted? Or even nuzzled? It is cute, in a way. In a way that only the Cheshire Cat himself can be cute. Suddenly, Alice is holding herself, dawning in the realization that this...
This isn't a hallucination. Her first reaction was exactly this, questioning her mind. By the time she hears Jack, has her flinching greatly. Her heart settles as she finds herself glancing back, still very much flabbergasted and disoriented. What the hell has happened?
"... Mister Jack?" She asks, trailing off, her green eyes glancing back at the dog. Zero? Well, whatever works, right?