Graveyard

It's spooky out here. A raven calls, and then flies off once it senses you won't be cowed. Through the gloom you can see the Great White Rabbit scratching about in a freshly dug grave. It sticks its head out of the ground and looks at you.

'Well done,' it says. 'You are doing well.' Although, you feel like you're being patronised slightly. 'Now you need the goats. They have the next clue.'