Raspberries. That's all Alice could think of. Perhaps this was because the father who had kidnapped her and brought her to this delightful house hidden in the woods with so many tools and sheds and boxes of metal with tiny wires hanging out of them, was putting little raspberries into his lemonade and dropping an occasional few into his rather greedy-looking mouth.
Distracted by thoughts of raspberries, Alice followed her so-called father back into the garage. He seemed to have forgotten about her as he stood looking at his motorcar. He wanted to tear up the sheet metal for a little experiment, he mumbled.
"Experiment the Fifth is ready," he told Alice, snapping his head around to look at her. A shock of hair so black it was clearly evil fell out of the gray-knit cap that was sagging on his head. "Come with me. NOW!"
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