And suddenly her fairytale was shattered. There was no handsome prince coming to rescue her, no kiss to wake her up from her nightmare. No one was coming to save her. There was no fairy godmother that was going to make everything fine, and certainly no perfectly fitting glass slipper. She had herself convinced that there was something to live for down the rabbit hole, only to discover that there wasn't anything down there. No light at the end of the tunnel, no pill to make her troubles disappear, no one to tell her that things would be okay. The rabbit hole wasn't looking so appealing anymore and she wondered how many of the special red and blue pills would make the hole disappear for good. Lost and unsure which way to turn, his cheshire cat smile stared back at her in her dreams. A tempting, believable, confusing smile, anything but safe, though she wanted to believe that it meant her no harm. Her mind was trapped like a mouse in a teapot at some crazed birthday party, too scared to come out and face what was right beyond the appealing safety of her well-furnished pot. If she never let the walls around her fall, she was safe and nothing could get to her. As her small teapot grew larger with locks on every entrance and a bolt across the lid she slowly stopped believing in the fairytales. If she didn't say the words to those entrancing spells no one got hurt and she was free from the heartache. She knew that the power was in the words and she refused to speak them, for ifshe was to remain hidden from the Mad Hatter of her jumbled emotions, she had to avoid those words like an unexpected plague. No one was going to get hurt while she was on parole in Neverland, that she was positive of.