Alice in Despair
I'm intrigued by the notion of fairy tale characters growing up and realizing the harsh realities of their existence. Do you remember that point in your life where your toys stopped being fun? The moment where you couldn't easily make believe anymore? What used to come so easy, now had to be worked for and all the wonder seemed to drain from the world, slowly, until you became an adult. Maybe that's what I'm getting at here. I don't know.