How doth the little crocodile.

An elated sort of voice penetrated the corridors of the dungeon-- “Mmmm… and the mome rathes outgrabe… ahahah….” Wings rustling, an extraordinarily pale girl sung quietly, her nonsensical words seeming to float blurrily in the air. Farrago Myriad squinted slightly in the darkness, fingers fumbling gently with a surprisingly clean, brown teddy bear. “Merliiiiiin,” her voice called, quietly. “What SHALL we do today?” A funny thing to ask… considering the dark, damp room Farrago seemed to be locked in. It apparently made no difference to the pale girl, though, and her mind roamed quietly in imaginative bliss. Suddenly, a rather loud thump echoed in Farrago’s mind, and she tilted her head. “Thump?” she asked Merlin the Bear inquisitively, tilting her head. Her eyes squinted suspiciously and she backed quietly into the corner of her cell, fear suddenly enveloping her mind. “What made such a thump, Merlin? What made it?” In the middle of pausing, presumably to listen to Merlin’s reply, Farrago sat up straight suddenly. “Oh, Merlin! Footsteps… ohhh. Who’s coming, Merlin? What’s coming? What if it’s… them?” She considered for a moment, and after deciding such loud footsteps could be made by nothing smaller than a human-sized creature, calmed slightly. It wasn’t them… they were tiny! She giggled like a child, the fear retreating. Setting Merlin down against the wall, Farrago stood up gracefully, striding toward the bars of her cage.

In the dim light of the damp dungeon corridor, a ridiculously tall THING with funny blue hair was making it’s way toward her, peering over it’s shoulder. When it-or he, as it was apparent to Farrago that this was a he, now-had nearly come level with her cell, she dashed back into the corner to retrieve Merlin. Why on earth was such a funny person down here, so deep in the dungeons? Nobody came down here anymore… it used to be the odd scientist would pop in to examine her, but not anymore. It used to be that there were other prisoners in this particular corridor… but not anymore!

Everything changes too often, thought Farrago. One by one, the scientists had disappeared, the other prisoners had vanished, and she had been left alone, perhaps forgotten, in the deep abyss of her mind.

The funny man was just about level with her now, and she decided to ask him what he was doing there. No, no.. not that… she would just address him. Greet him. No…

But there was no time for arguing now. Black hair swishing gently in a draft, wings rustling, Farrago peered out of her cage.

“Why, hello… have you come to take me away?”