A) It's a perfectly normal day in a perfectly normal world. Everything is as it should be. There is no flying butter, but butterflies are fluttering through a park garden, and women with human children stop to look in the window of a charming antique shop, and there is probably actually nothing strange about the skinny boy who's wearing a large, knitted scarf and no jacket in seventy-five-degree weather. Nothing odd or curious about the cracks in the sidewalk or the shapes of the clouds or any ownerless cats who happen be wandering about. Just another normal, sensible, boring day.

B) It's a perfectly normal day in Wonderland, which is to say that absolutely nothing is particularly normal, logical, or under any obligation to be nice. A blond, oddly plain-looking boy is wandering about, looking a little concerned. He's down the Rabbit Hole, trying to fit various keys into various doors, or he's hopelessly lost in the always-menacing (but well-meaning!) Tulgey Wood, or he's trying very hard not to step on any hedgehogs or gophers or flamingos as he picks his way through the Red Queen's beautiful garden. Wonderland doesn't really care where you are, as long as you aren't late.

C) Every once in a while, the worlds of Mundaneland and Wonderland overlap in ways that they maybe shouldn't. The white-walled, child-safe, health-conscious halls of the hospital are hiding all kinds of things, especially with how the inpatients mumble, scribble, and stare at normals who come to visit. Not all of them are completely mad; some of them are actually quite thankful to be here. The boy who looks like he's never slept, for example, staring intently down at the tile floor between his feet. He also reads very large books, far away from everyone else in the recreation room. And once or twice he's escorted out of the fancy doctor's office because he's gone and thrown something, and was yelling about how he's not a fucking liar.

D) “Begin at the beginning," the King said, very gravely, "and go on till you come to the end: then stop.”