Dorian was wandering through Wonderland's art gallery, trying to take his mind off things. It was becoming increasingly hard to appreciate the art. Simply looking at them gave him a sense of dread, and he couldn't tell why.

He could hear a man speaking to someone around the corner, though he wasn't quite sure who. It was curiosity and boredom that drew him in. He crept closer to the talking, wondering who exactly would be talking to themselves in a place like this?

Funny, though. The closer he got to eavesdropping, the more distinctly he could hear a second voice whisper back to the man in reply.