Sarah stood in mute shock, her lips working as if speaking but with no words tumbling out.  She seemed almost paralyzed, her brilliant blue eyes gazing steadily, almost without blinking, into the place where the Cheshire creature had simple faded out of existence.  She hadn't moved a muscle since that miniaturized dragon had left the Cheshire's hand and attacked.  She had squealed then but hadn't uttered a single thing since.

There was a echoing buzzing noise with a sharp edge in her ears like an entire hive had taken residence in her head and she felt dizzy, nauseous, like she was about to throw up.  The world wasn't spinning but it felt like it was and if she turned her head the whole thing would fall apart leaving her floating in space.

There was no thinking, not when her mind was simply repeated the same thing over and over again.  It was nothing more than a simple, "no", echoing through the infinite darkness that threatened to swallow her into sweet oblivion.  Was this all a dream?  If so it was a bad one.  She'd had much better.  A part of her insisted on sleeping, sleeping her way through this awful dream.  Unfortunately, she'd had dreams where she'd fallen asleep and the dream hadn't ended.

So, in the end, Sarah just stood there in the grass, teetering in those ridiculously tall high heeled clogs, staring ahead at nothing.