Once inside the odd little house, I followed Hatter to a small room with a bed, nightstand, and dresser inside. I closed the door behind me and turned to see what was happening. Hatter was laying Iracebeth down on the bed, and taking off his blue jacket. I walked over to the two and laid a hand on Iracebeth's forehead. I gasped when I felt how cold it was.

"She's freezing." I murmured to no one in particular. Hatter nodded a look of pure disgust on his face. "What's wrong?" I asked, sitting across from him on the bed.

"I'm helping her!" He snarled, the brogue returning once again. It was getting really annoying!

"Will you stop that?!" I moaned, rolling my head in a big circle. He glanced up from Iracebeth a confused look on his face.

"Stop what?" He whimpered, his eyebrows knitting together. Before I could answer Iracebeth stirred, quite violently, and moaned. Both our heads snapped towards her and saw there was sweat pouring from every pore in her face and her expression was pained. I dared to reach out to her, but Hatter stopped me.

"What? She needs to wake up, she's having a nightmare! She needs to wake up, calm down, and eat something!" I shouted in merely a whisper. Hatter's eyes turned the blazing orange color again, and he glared at me.

"What she needs is to suffer. Just a little bit after what she did to Underland!" He answered coolly. I was appalled.

"I think she's suffered quite enough!" I gasped as I shook her awake.

Iracebeth gasped and shuddered, but eventually opened her eyes and stared at both me and Hatter. She smiled, she had a beautiful smile.

"I knew you would do it, Tarrant. Thank you." She said her voice rough and hoarse. Surprisingly enough she pulled Hatter into a hug, which he didn't return. He merely stared at the wall in front of him and glared, but he didn't pull away.

"She doesn't seem very evil. What did she do to Wonderland?" I asked in a very curious tone, my head tilting to one side. Iracebeth glanced up at me and narrowed her eyes.

"You talk like Alice. Stupid Alice! She killed my Jabber-baby-wocky." She mumbled to herself, shaking her head, which was normal sized.

"Um, I thought you said she was the 'Bloody Big Head.'" I said to Hatter who was frozen stiff from the hug from Iracebeth. He jumped a little bit, and looked at me, no emotion in his eyes at all.

"She was. Apparently her head miraculously shrunk."He answered, somewhat sarcastic. Iracebeth nodded.

"It did. Egos can be a dangerous thing, you know." She said matter-of-factly. Hatter snorted and rolled his eyes.

"Right. Come on, Emmy." He sneered as he started for the door, and I once again followed him like a lost puppy. "Goodnight, Iracebeth." Hatter murmured very quietly as he closed the door, and I heard as I walked away, a very soft reply.

"Goodnight, Tarrant."