It all came down to me.

The one who followed the rules, never went looking for trouble - I kept to myself.

I just wanted to take care of my family.

To not constantly look over my shoulder, worried about the things that went bump in the night.

I just wanted to survive.

But that wasn't meant to be.

As luck - or fate, or something - would have it, the trouble found me.

I followed a rabbit through the wreckage of a half-ruined world to get back what was mine, and wound up at the end of it.

In Wonderland.

But there's nothing magical about it.