- The Caterpillar -

"Who... are... you?" Puffs of smoke drifted from the caterpillar's lips. "Well, I-" Alice coughed. "I hardly, know, sir, I-" The caterpillar blew more smoke towards her. "Explain yourself," he said, clouds billowing from his mouth. Alice coughed, harder this time. Drops of blood flew from her lips.

The smoke grew thick, impermeable. Alice stumbled about, hacking loudly. Her eyes stung. Her skin burned. She held out her hand, trying to see it through the smog...

Flesh and blood dripped off her bare, skeletal fingers. She melted into a gory puddle before she could even gasp.