I am standing in front of a door, a stinging pain wiped my sides, but I ignored it. I pull the door open and step into a small jail cell. The two look up when I walk in, the girl's melancholy doesn't alter, but the boy's eyes widen with shock.

"Ivory?" He asks, voice is laced with pure disbelief.

"Jack." I give him a smile that he returns with a raised eyebrow.

"I thought you were dead," he looks so confused it's almost pitiful. "What are you doing here?"

"No one told you what really happened to me, but that doesn't matter right now." I turn my head to look at the girl, and a dull anger rushes through me. "Where's my sister?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," he lies.

"A mistake was made, I've already dealt with those who made it, but that doesn't fix the problem at hand." I mutter and he furrows his brow. "You were traveling with two people," I point to the girl who looks like she's trying to make herself as small as possible. "Her and another. Where is she?"

"You sound a lot like her," he mumbled.

"Where is she?" I ask again.

"I don't know, we were separated." I look at him for a moment, then realize that he's telling the truth.

"You don't have the slightest idea," he gives me a solemn look. "Very well, I no longer have any use for you."

I turn to walk out of the room and hear him sarcastically remark: "It was nice seeing you again."

I woke up much easer than I was used to. The early mourning sun spilled through a window and onto the bed I was laying on. I pulled myself up, glancing in the mirror before heading down stairs.

The sitting room and kitchen was empty, and I assumed that Morris was still asleep. I made myself a cup of tea and found something to eat in the kitchen. I checked a clock that said it was seven o'clock, meaning I barely got four hours of sleep. After about half an hour, Morris came running the stairs.

"What time is it?" He asked.

"Seven thirty," I answered, and he muttered a curse word.

"We need to go, now." I followed him outside of the house.

"If only alarm clocks were invented here," I remarked.

"What?"

"Never mind." We sprinted to The Mad Tea Party, the table was empty and the windows of the shop were dark. Morris pulled a key out from his pocket and unlocked to door.

Three minutes after we hand entered, the door swung open and in walked The Caterpillar and Cheshire Cat. I shot Morris a look, he could have at least told me that they were the people who were supposed to help. He shrugged off my glare with an apologetic look, and greeted the two. Neither of them looked at me.

"You're late," The Cat informed him.

"Not by that much." The door opened again. "Speaking of late..."

The White Rabbit rushed inside, genteelly closing the door behind him. My annoyance was growing, but I did my best to hide it. They finally acknowledged my existence, and I told them the story, leaving out the part about me being The Red Queen, which left me being magically locked in a metal house harder to believe.

"How do we know you're not lying?" The Caterpillar asked once I had finished talking.

"What would I gain from lying to you?" I asked back. "I don't have anything left in this world, except for my pride that I have just been slaughtered by coming to you for help. Look, I don't need you to trust me, I just need you to help me. You don't want to see Jack and the next Alice die anymore than I do.

"But how are we supposed to rescue them?" The Cheshire Cat asked the group.

"It'll be easier than you think," Morris said. "We don't have to attract any attention, we just need to get in and get out. You work there, surely you know a way to sneak in." He addressed The White Rabbit now.

"Well, I..um-"

"Actually I have a plan," I said cutting him off. "We just need to blend in, it's as simple as that. One or two of us could impersonate some of the spades, while the others cause a distraction."

"That's not a bad idea," Morris said with a grin.

"What do you mean by 'distraction'?" The White Rabbit asked nervously.

"I don't know, something big." I tried to think of something, then a smirk crossed my face. "Something like shattering The Looking Glass."

"What?" The four of them asked, almost in unison.

"Don't worry, it can be rebuild, and it would cause the right amount of panic." I didn't add that I had seen it done before.

"It's normally not heavily guarded, who ever does it could be in and out before anyone notices." Morris added. "Especially if that person can turn invisible."

"Fine, I'll do it." The Cheshire Cat muttered.

We made plans to meet by the train in two hours, in the meantime everyone had to go to their jobs. I sat at the desk that used to me mine, technically still was, while Morris opened up the shop.

"I though that he couldn't turn invisible anymore," I said.

"He got the power back, after Alice left and Wonderland changed again." Morris answered.

"Why do they trust you?" I asked. "I mean, we did almost kill them."

He hesitated before answering. "Me betraying you sort of earned the respect I need to survive." He sounded as if he was trying to swallow his words as he spoke them. "Eventually they decided to put the past behind."

"Where would the world be if everyone lived like that?" I asked dryly.

He said something in response, but his words were drowned out by a loud ringing sound. I glanced around me to see where it was coming from, but Morris didn't even seem to notice it. I rose from my chair, as if standing on my own two feet would help me regain control of my mind.

My vision began to blur, and soon all I could see was a bright red mess. I could feel my heart beat thudding against my chest, and could faintly hear my breath over ringing. The harder I tried to fight, the quicker the world around me began to slip away. All I could do was hang onto the fact that I knew it wouldn't last for long.

"Hatter?"

Hearing my name being shouted, seemed to break me out of my trance. I looked to see a mixture of worry and confusion on Morris's face. I quickly shrugged it off, doing my best to act natural.

"Are you ok?" He asked, and I quickly nodded.

"I just thought I heard something," I lied. "It's nothing, I'm fine."

I wasn't fine, I felt like I had just jumped through a glass widow, but I was glad that it had happened. This meant that my connection to Ivory was becoming stronger. By now she would have felt it too.