(Nara, I picked up where the last person who wrote Alice in a scene left off. Naturally, Mohovie's generalized posts refer to everyone, of course Alice drank the coffee, I'm too lazy to retype it.)
Alice stared at the crystal, contemplating. A thing like that contained her memories, aside from her knowledge on vampires, werewolves, dragons, fairies, moon-walking and the like.
"Just one from me, where do we start?" Alice asked.