Dinah's vision floated and shifted as she walked down the middle of the dark asylum corridor. It felt large, tall, and yet constricting all at once. She was going to Alice's room, but not through the window this time. People expect visitors to knock at their door, do they not? It is frightfully rude to leap onto someone's bed uninvited. Her head was full of a vast surge of... nothing, like static, or claustrophobically hot weather. Dinah flicked her tail slightly. She was outside Alice's cell already. Before she even peaked inside she sat down and scratched her ear against the doorframe.