Time

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Tick, tock, tick, tock.

Should I turn back the clock?

A serious injustice had been committed. He knew it, soon others would know it, too.

But was it truly his job, per say, to fix it?

Great question.

One which Time had no answer for.

Time strolled through the halls, clicking his tongue against his teeth. He suddenly stopped and tapped his chin. "Hmm." He hummed to himself. "Where is Alice? I thought she would be on time."

He turned his attention to the world that wasn't Wonderland. 

Ahh. It was the rabbit. The white one. He was very late. For an important date, too. And the girl was following him. Tsk, tsk. Never follow white rabbits. Always late, they are.

Time turned to Wonderland.

Time is truly just another word for life, and as Time looked into Wonderland, he saw an alarming thing.

One's time had sped up, one's hadn't moved at all, one's was gone too early, and one... didn't have a time?!

Time strode closer. He studied the world for a few minutes.

Oh. He knew what happened to make this so seriously wrong. It was those three awful well girls.

"Tsk, tsk." He tutted. "All those prophecies and fate nonsense. Time will take care of itself- er," He paused. "Myself."

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