In the Realm of King Wolf

At least Alice made the decision to jump into that rabbit hole into Wonderland. Not I. And neither am I in Wonderland.

I find myself in an odd land with a rabbit who used to be a water stain on my ceiling and a wolf who calls himself King. Whether that is his name or a designation, I don't know.

I don't know how I got here. And I don't know how to get out.