Amy in Wonderland

Disclamer: I still own nothing

Of course there would be a rabbit hole in the TARDIS. It only makes no sense at all, so, naturally, the TARDIS provided it.

Amy Pond stood perched at the edge of the hole, eyeing it warily. She had been exploring the TARDIS as she always did at night, when the old nightmares visited her.

"What have you got for me this time, old girl," Amy asked, eyebrows raised and eyes glittering. Her voice echoed of the walls surrounding her, making her joke sound strangely ominous. Ten Amy's reflected back at the Scottish girl ,a trick of the numerous mirrors that lined the walls of what appeared to be a grand ballroom. The hall was relatively normal for the TARDIS.

Well, relatively normal… if one ignored the old, gnarly tree growing in the middle of the dance floor.

And the rabbit hole peeking out from under the roots of the elder tree.

"I should turn around", Amy scolded herself silently, glaring at the humble hole with mistrust. After all, this was eerily like a certain almost-fairytale.

"I always give myself very good advice…," Amy recited softly, circling the hole. "But I very seldom follow it," she finished, a glint in her hazel eyes.

She jumped.