Alice's bear quickly had Alice sitting her room after the cuffs were off. More or less not really sitting in her room but against the wall to her room or a room since the bear couldn't open doors. " worms with the books... called bookworms ... live in the books shelves that people made... little butterfly won't you be mine... fly fly away little bird." She seemed to be mumbling nonsense her face pale with rosy cheeks. " pretty ponys ridden... swans floating across lakes of green water... big blue houses with rooms to explore and play."