Author Note: I am very sorry for how long it took to update this story. This chapter has been ready for about 5 days but I have had family issues and have not had time to add it to my story. I am starting the next chapter right now so you do not have to wait as long as you did last time. Again, sorry!

Disclaimer: Cassie Clare owns all of these characters except for the slight mention of the Mad Hatter and Wonderland. Lewis Caroll owns that.

Chapter 2: Lost

Nathaniel Gray had got a little too intoxicated earlier that day and had passed out on a high stool in the back of the tavern he visited almost daily. He had awaken at sunset and realized in a panic that he was going to be late for supper. He hurriedly ran to the front of the building and just as he was about to run to his horse he realized all his money was gambled away. He simply had to have some coin to take home so Tessie was not overly disappointed with him.

He quietly walked back into the bar ,a plot forming in his mind, as he tip-toed over to a man with overwhelmingly muscled arms playing billiards. Nathaniel made sure there was not a suspicious look on his face as he stood beside the man and addressed him in a whisper. The man turned to Nathaniel and Nathaniel gave a clever smile and flipped his fair hair from in front of his eyes nonchalantly.

"That man over there," he points to a man sitting across from the fireplace and talking to the taverns daily customer 'Six-Fingered Nigel'. "Said you could not hurt a fly and that he pities you for your weakness. I, for one, believe you should show him just how wrong he is." Nathaniel said in an air of indifference as the man he was addressing grows red with rage and storms off to the supposed man that said this. Nathaniel quickly ran over to the front of the bar and waits for a ruckus. Once he hears the sound of a fist hitting flesh he sees the drink server rush to stop the fist fight leaving the cash box alone.

Nathaniel opens the top of the box and grabs a handful of silver from it before slipping the money into his pocket and rushing out the doors. He wasted no time as he got outside. He jumped onto his horse in one swift movement and dug his heals into the horses side. The horse galloped down the dirt road for about 5 seconds before Nathaniel felt the affects of his ale hit him and held on tightly to the horse's neck for he could not see straight as things passed him.

Nathaniel only began to come to his senses when rain began to pour down on him from the black English sky. He cursed and looked around just to realize his surroundings were not familiar. Nathaniel sighed and kept going deciding he could find a turn off eventually as he kept going. His eyes widened as after 5 minutes he was facing a large castle with obsidian walls surrounded by large rod iron gates. Nathaniel was about to turn around when he hesitantly decided to go to the palace and ask the master or mistress of the house how to get back to London.

Nathaniel climbed off his horse and tied its ropes to a low tree branch before he started up the path to the front of the place. After finally getting to the front he knocked on the large mahogany doors and waited for a response. When he got none he knocked again before slowly opening the door slightly to peer in. When he looked through he just saw a dark entranceway. He quietly entered the castle, looking around curiously as he walked. He saw a few lit candles shining and he smiled knowing someone has to be here then,

"Hello?" Nathaniel shouts, "Is anyone here?"

"Yes sir." Answers an invisible voice. "Welcome"

Nathaniel turns around confused because the voice sounded very close, though nothing is there.

"Who is there? Reveal yourself please. I just need directions back to London." exclaimed Nathaniel with his curiosity growing larger.

"Of course, sir. Please do allow us to treat you to a meal. It is no problem and I am sure Agatha will be pleased to have a new mouth to feed." Said the invisible voice and Nathaniel had just labeled the voice male when someone tapped him on the shoulder. Nathaniel turned to look at the person who tapped his shoulder and began to yell obscenities when he saw that the "man" that tapped his shoulder was not a man at all but rather a coat rack. Nathaniel stared in amazement as the coat rack began to talk.

"My name is Cyril and I will be showing you to where you will be having your dinner." declared the coat rack calmly.

"I must have drank more than my fair share." murmured Nathaniel and Cyril asked him if he would like some coffee which Nathaniel accepted. Cyril walked Nathaniel through narrow hallways and abrupt corners until he reached a blazing fireplace with a large chair in front of it and an empty table.

"Please do sit. Agatha has already started your coffee." Noted Cyril and Nathaniel sat in the large chair to warm himself. When Agatha came and poured his coffee he nearly passed out to see the teapot as the famous Agatha.

"Where is the Mad Hatter?" smirked Nathaniel and when they looked at him with confusion he tried to explain." I was wondering where he is because this must surely be Wonderland… I am really drunk aren't I?" He asked more to himself than the others before chugging down his coffee. He had another cup before wondering why Cyril and Agatha still looked like inanimate objects. He shrugged and got serious. "Now onto serious matters. How do I possibly get back to London? May I have directions?"

"Oh, I can give you directions." said a deep and somewhat sarcastic voice behind him. Nathaniel felt a chill go down his spine as he heard the voice, for it sounded dark and cold. "Before that though, would you like to take something else? Perhaps my crown? You seem to have already taken my chair." Nathaniel then heard a loud crash and a roar behind him and slowly stood before a large brown arm hit him straight back into the chair.

"I am sorry sir. I was not aware that this was your chair…"Nathaniel stopped talking when he found the source of the voice behind him growling in his ear. He turned and was face-to-face with a great beast. The beast was covered with brown fur and had large claws . He was extremely hideous except for his piercing sapphire eyes which were staring him down.

"Have you come to stare at the beast?" The beast gave a cruel laugh and continued. "Have you come to destroy all peace in this castle or only my innermost peace, because you intruding on my property irks me."

"Please I meant no disrespect. I just got lost and-"

"And you wanted directions. Because Will Herondale is such a giver, I will give you directions. Just not to your precious London." And with that, the beasts claws dug into the back of Nathaniel's shirt and dragged him out of the chair. Nathaniel cried out and the beasts servant cringed as Nathaniel Gray was dragged away. Later, the only proof Nathaniel was there at all was the silver coins that remained where Nathaniel last stood as a free man.

I hope this chapter was okay. I have been slightly distracted so this chapter was not great. Also, it took me a little longer to write this chapter because I have not decided what household objects each character is. I wanted to add Charlotte to this chapter but I am not positive what she will be, nor am I sure about Henry, or Jem. If you have any ideas I would be glad to hear them along with any other characters if you want them as certain objects. Review!