Hanna, in a matter of speaking, is like the White Rabbit. Follow him down to his office and you'll tumble into a brick wall of reality that you can only hope is Wonderland.

Because unlike Wonderland, the world Hanna resides in and the creatures he gets involved with are very much real.

Of course Conrad is really the only one that is still slightly new to this fact. He's still trying to get used to it, unicorns and zombies weren't something they teach to most in school.

But its not like most of us can't relate to him, at some point we learned that we where different, or that there where others that where different from us. In Hannas and Worth's case they where pulled into the world of the super natural. Toni, Veser, and …. ( in a manner of speaking ) where born into it, they had no veil covering their eyes like humans did.

As for me, well, that is for another day. Right now, I'm very much focused on a series of events that has happened in the last month or so.

Veser, he was so young. He was young when he had first met him, and he would always seem young to Ples. They had known each other for some time at this point, but they didn't really know much about each other. They where merely two people who happened to be friends with a certain red haired shrimp who liked to run into mythical creatures head first. Actually, that was what he was doing right now along with his zombie sidekick.

So why where they sitting together?

Hanna had always been the one who invited people. He called them together then poof, they just all appeared at some bar or café and chilled for a few hours. The Rejects of the Off Centered Table, Conrad called them, but only under his breath and only when he was sure no one could here, which was actually almost never, so he really only got to say it once.

And he was on the toilet.

And that was hours AFTER he had been sitting at that table.

But Conrad and his failing ability to make snaky comments that are based off of books isn't all that important. What is important is the fact that Hanna, the glue that keeps them all together, was away. Nether of them had any excuse to be around each other. Yet there they where, chilling (well really spacing out and not saying much because they had no idea what to say) at a table in a café.

It is in this café where the events of that month of March start, the same ones that Ples will later look over with bloodshot eyes and sleepless nights.

But that comes later.