(An: I'm getting a nice response to this. Most people don't seem to be aware that this is a sequal to "They Say I'm Insane," though. Wierd. I'd like to thank all my nice reviewers. I'll give you all cookies as soon as I can figure out how to fit them into my hard drive..)

(Alice)

We walk into the building. It is a hall of mirrors. I tighten my grip on the hilt of the Vorpal Blade. I reach in my pockets for the Jacks, as well. They work best on the Automatons that like to spring from the mirrors.

Remy takes out a deck of cards, still in the box.

Cheshire looks at him curiously. "Is it some custom wherever you come from to carry around cards?" he asks.

Remy takes one out. He stares at it for a second. He frowns. "What de hell?" he murmurs.

"Havin' problems, bayou boy?" asks Rogue.

"M' powers aren't working," he replies absently.

Rogue stops short. "What?"

He takes out another card. Again, nothing happens.

Rogue is looking at him strangely.

"Can we keep going please?" I ask. "We need to get out of here as soon as possible." There will be time for explanations later.

Rogue blinks and nods.

Remy mutters something under his breath and pulls out the Card toy. "No finesse at all," he mutters.

We walk in silence for a while until there is a distant sound of shattering glass. "Automatons," I mutter, and tighten my grip on the Jacks.

(Rogue)

"M' powers aren't working," says Remy.

I stop walking. "What?" I say, when I regain the ability to speak.

Remy ignores me. He takes out another card and tries to charge it again. Nothing happens.

I stare at him. If his powers aren't working...

"Can we keep going?" asks Alice. "We need to get out of here as soon as possible."

I blink and then nod. The whole place seems to be dangerous. I agree with her all the way.

Remy swears in French under his breath. He then takes out the cards that Alice gave him yesterday. "No finesse at all," he mutters.

There is silence as we walk, and then the sound of glass breaking. "Automatons," mutters Alice.

I wonder what an Automaton is for a moment and then I don't have to. I see one heading for us. It looks like something out of an old horror movie, a robot on wheels, all gears and switches and acrid black smoke. Alice throws the Jacks at it. They buzz around it. She throws the blade at it after the Jacks return. It makes an odd shuddering sound and breaks down.

"I hope there aren't more of them," says Alice. "I think the way out is-" Alice turns and sees what I've already noticed. While our attention was on the Automaton, the mirrors rearranged themselves. The guys are gone.

Alice growls softly. "Now we have to find them and the way out!"

I tap the glass of one of the mirrors. There is a soft pinging noise. "Can't we just break the glass?" I ask. "It doesn't seem that solid."

Alice shrugs. "I suppose it's worth a try," she says. She frowns for a moment and then is holding a long, thin stick.

"Is that a croquet mallet?" I ask, blinking.

Alice nods. The mallet sparks and she smacks it against the glass. The glass cracks but doesn't break. Alice frowns and tries again. The cracks deepen. "Third time's the charm," she mutters and tries again. This time we are succesful. The mirror breaks. However, the guys are not behind it, as we thought. Alice sighs. "Why don't they have the sense to stay put?"

"Well, they're close, at least," I say, pointing at our reflections. Or, rather, Remy and Cheshire's reflections. They blink back at us.

"Hmm..." murmurs Alice, looking around. She points at a window that is leaking light at us from behind the smashed mirror. "If the light is that way," she says, pointing to the left and the mirror, "then they must be that way as well." She sets off. I follow with a shrug.

(Cheshire)

Remy and I moved to a safer place after the mirrors moved. We found a spot where it was two walls and only one mirror. Less risk that way. The Eye Staff and the Cards are useful toys, just not against Automatons and Phantasmagorians.

We sit down and wait for the girls to catch up to us. I look over at Remy. "What is the problem with you and Rogue?" I ask. This question has been sparking my curiousity since the two came here.

Remy sighed, leaning back against the wall. He waits a minute, and when he speaks, his voice is soft and his wierd accent is thicker than normal. "Rogue and I live in de same place, de Xavier Mansion. We got on pretty well most of de time. But den I got a visit from Belladonna."

"Isn't that a deadly kind of plant?" I ask, blinking.

" Oui," says Remy. "De name suits her perfectly. Suit-ed, actually."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"See, a long time ago, I was a theif for a livin'. I was a member of de Thieve's Guild. Son of de head homme, actually. Dere's dis rival Guild, de Assasins. De two been at war for forever. So m' pere and de head guy of de ot'er one, Marius Bodreaux, figured dat marryin' me and Marius's daughter Belle might end it all. 'Course, dat's not true, but dey didn't care. I thought I got out of it for good when I got a contract with Magneto, and den wit' Xavier, but de past has a way o' catchin' up wit' me. M' pere died a few months back, and it turned out dat de Assassins'd kidnapped m' brother, Emil."

"Yes, and?" I ask.

"Dey ain't called de 'Assassins' fer nothin', y' know. Dey were gonna kill 'im, unless I married ole death plant. Now, if things had gone down normally, I'd probably be dead now, from overexposure to poison. But, she has this brother, Julien. De two were so close it was practically incest. He didn' like me, 'cause 'm a mutant and all dat. So, he showed up at de wedding and tried to stab me. But since he was drunk, he ended up missing and stabbin' Belle instead. Only time I was ever glad to see de batard." He laughs, but it's not a nice laugh. It's bitter and rueful. "O' course, you may've figured dat Rogue wasn't too happy wit' all o' dis. I tried to explain, but she wouldn' listen. So now she mad at me, makin' m' life a livin' hell. Dat girl as stubborn as a mule, and y' know what de sad part is? I love her for it."

I nod. "I think I understand," I say.

"How come y' always grin like dat?" asks Remy. "It creepy."

"Old habits die hard, and only a fool kills them quickly," I reply.

We sit in silence for a minute, and then the girls show up.

"Why can't you two ever stay within sight for five minutes?" asks Alice, looking upset.

"Where's the fun in that?" I reply, smiling, as usual.

Alice sighs in exasperation and turns around. "Come on, maybe if we'll follow the wall we'll get out," she says and walks off.

Remy and I follow.

(So, there we have it, a bit of Remy!backround for all those people who are reading this for the Alice/Cheshire stuff. There'll be more. It's just -very- hard to fit fluff into a situation like this.)