I won't bother again to beg on my knees for you to review. I'll just publish…

The story will finally get interesting now ^^ If you notice some strange sentences that don't look like mine, then think carefully about them ^^


Imagine you were there

When Myra woke up, the first thing she did was glance around the room to make sure no-one was there. She sighed in relief when she saw she was alone.

She stood up and walked to the little bell Miss Sharon had told her to ring when she woke up. The maids would come to help her dress in that horrible corset again if she did that, and only after that she would be able to go for breakfast. She was used to eat breakfast in her nightgown before getting dressed, because she was ready to devour a horse as soon as she woke up.

As she rang the bell and walked back to the bed with a grumbling stomach she distracted herself from the hunger by thinking of what Gilbert had told her yesterday. About the Abyss and chains, about Alice being a chain looking for her memories and Oz being her illegal contractor. About Oz being in the Abyss for ten years while feeling only a short while and his time ticking away by his contractor's seal. About all the others also having a contract with a chain, but not illegally, so they wouldn't die or go berserk. About them chasing illegal contractors who were taking people's lives.

Good grief, it was a lot he had told her.

The maids came in and dressed her properly, in the same dress as yesterday. Myra remembered Miss Sharon telling her a tailor would come today to make her clothes of her own. She never owned clothes made especially for her.

When she was dressed and was able to breathe somewhat like normally again, the maids brought her to the room she would be getting her breakfast. Miss Sharon and Break were already there.

Myra looked around, "aren't Gilbert, Oz and Alice here?"

"They left in a rush," Break grinned, "after two days, Gilbert finally realized that Oz had lost his hat, so he took both Oz and Alice to town to find it."

"I hope they do," Miss Sharon added, "Gilbert is very fond of that hat."

Myra stood by the table a little uncomfortably until Miss Sharon shot up, "Oh dear, I'm completely forgetting to take care of you, Miss Myra. Please forgive me. Break, be a gentleman and help her."

Break pulled back a chair to help her get seated, but Myra didn't trust this clown just yet. She sat down carefully, expecting him to pull away the chair the last moment before she sat.

He did no such thing though, maybe because of Miss Sharon's piercing look. Miss Sharon kindly demonstrated the way a lady was supposed to have breakfast to Myra, and Break left the room.

"Don't do dangerous things, Break," Miss Sharon added to her sentence in the middle of talking to Myra, when she looked up to see him leaving.

Break smirked and waved his hand before closing the door behind him.

"He's going into town," Miss Sharon explained, "but he can be so hopelessly irresponsible. I know he will be again today."

Myra smiled gently, "it will probably be all right, Miss Sharon."

"I guess so," Miss Sharon sighed. Then she turned to face Myra directly again, "Well, Miss Myra, you better hurry. The tailor can be here any moment!"

Myra sighed when the tailor finally left. He had taken all day to measure every part and contour of her body. He had examined her hair and color of her eyes, he had wanted to study the color and texture of her skin in several different types of light and asked her about her favorite colors and designs. When she couldn't name any colors or designs she preferred, the tailor had smiled haughtily, saying he would make the most beautiful dresses she'd ever seen and then she would always prefer his handiwork.

She had smiled politely and thanked him for his time. He left to make the dresses, promising he would deliver the first tomorrow and the other dresses later this week.

Myra wandered the halls of the Rainsworth manor in search of Miss Sharon. She wasn't quite able to find her way yet, and ended up in the entry hall.

Just when she wanted to turn around to start looking again, the door of the mansion was pushed open. She looked down curiously to see who it could be.

"I'm really worried about her, you know."

It was Oz and Gilbert! No Alice?

"I know. We'll go find Break right away." Gilbert grumbled, apparently in a bad mood. "How does she always manage to get lost?"

Myra descended the stairs to the two men who just entered.

"Ah, Miss Myra," Oz beamed at her, "you look lovely. Have you happened to see Break, by any chance?"

Myra grinned slightly at his directness, "the last thing I saw of him was this morning when he left to go to town."

Gilbert blinked surprised, "what town?"

"I wouldn't know," Myra laughed, "all Miss Sharon said was 'he's going into town', so that's all I know."

"Well, let's ask Miss Sharon," Oz pulled at Gilbert's sleeve.

"May I ask where Miss Alice is," Myra informed curiously, following the two men.

"That's the exact problem," Gilbert grumbled, "she suddenly disappeared. We searched all through town, every single marketplace and restaurant. Everywhere any meat could possibly be found, but not a trace of that stupid rabbit."

"Gil~, Let's just hurry to Miss Sharon so we can find her okay? I hate the idea of Alice being lost."

Myra followed the men through the mansion. They walked directly to where Miss Sharon was. With all those halls and rooms, Myra really respected them for actually knowing exactly where Miss Sharon was drinking her tea.

When they opened the door, she looked up with a pleased smile. "Hello Oz, Gilbert. Welcome back. Hello Miss Myra, has the tailor finished?"

"After an entire day, I think he finally grew tired of me. He left about fifteen minutes ago, I think."

"Good, I can't wait to see what he comes back with. I really love his dresses."

"Uhm, Miss Sharon," Oz interrupted, "could we have a moment please?"

"Of course Oz, what is the problem?"

"We lost Alice, and we wondered if you or Break would know anything."

"Of course. Break wanted to go to Cheshire's lair, a dimension created by the chain Cheshire. He appears to hold some important knowledge about the truth of a hundred years ago. He needed Alice as a bait. So due to that reason, Alice and Break are at Cheshire's place now."

Gilbert rested his head in his hand tired and sighed, "why does he always make use of everyone around him?"

"Miss Sharon," Oz started hesitantly, "As I remember, Break isn't the kind of person who recklessly enters an enemy's territory, right? He might have even planned an escape. Although I don't know the plan – but maybe he's trying to make us want to use this way to search for Alice."

Miss Sharon kept smiling for a moment before answering. "Ehm, you're right." She stood up and left for the neighboring room. "My chain has entered Break's shadow. If you want to search for Alice..." she put one foot forward and a dark shadow began swirling over the floor. "… then please enter this hole."

Oz beamed at her, "okay! Thank you, Miss Sharon!"

"Ah," Gilbert blocked his way, "wait a minute Oz!"

As Gilbert and Oz started a complete discussion about Oz going or staying behind, Myra felt all her attention being pulled towards the gate Miss Sharon just opened in the floor. It felt strange and appealing. Something was behind that gate. Something… Something Myra wanted to know.

But she knew they wouldn't let her go down there. Gilbert was already trying to talk Oz out of it because he thought it was too dangerous. They would never let her go there.

But somehow she knew it would come to her instead.


I said I'd give up on the begging, but I can't stop myself…. PLEASE review!