~People are trapped in history...~

"...Attempting My Leave May Have Been Wise..."
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Before even having a chance to correctly question the girl, she hit the ground like a rock. She'd seemed weak, but not that much. Naturally, Alex gasped and squirmed to get up and assist her.
When he was by her side, he noticed firstly that she was blonde. She had a rather innocent look to her, too. However, Alex quickly agreed with himself that what her appearance was didn't matter that much. A person had suddenly collapsed right in front of him, and all he could manage was to space out.
Despite his disagreeing stomach, Alex was normally a moderately strong boy. It was a struggle, but he eventually succeeded in hauling her up. The rain didn't help much, as it had fallen the same time the girl had.
I need to go back to where Anna is! Alex shouted in his thoughts. He then sprouted an idea, and glanced around carefully.
"H-Hey, Cheshire Cat! Or... Cheshy? Might you be able to help me here?!"
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"...Then Again, It May Not Have Been..."
~...and history is trapped in them.~