Alice.

Hatter and I walked back down to the old throne room in silence. He called me out on the fact that I still didn't trust him, and I no longer knew what to say. I wound up mumbling something about no knowing what I would do if I got stuck there, and was shocked to see a soft look on his face, one of compassion and concern.

"Then I'll make sure you're ok." He was standing very close to me, and I didn't mind. We'd been through a lot, after all, I guess it wasn't so bad if he stood by me like that. "I think your luck is finally changing." He leaned towards me, his eyes closing slowly. Mine did, too, and I tilted my head up a bit. A kiss couldn't hurt, could it...?

"It certainly is." I jumped back from Hatter, and my eyes landed on Jack. I narrowed them. "Hello Alice. I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" Part of me wanted to tell him he was, but there was also that part of me that cared enough about him to follow him here. And that part knocked out my voice of dissent, and I left Hatter behind. I left with the man who had lied to me about everything.

Fly on the Wall.

"After you, my lady." Charlie, having been made over and deemed able to go out with Carol by Hatter and Alice (though she'd admitted this with a small cringe), held the door open for Carol to walk in ahead of him.

"You're such a gentleman," she smiled gently, tugging her shawl around her shoulders more as they waited to be seated. "You sure you're from around here?" Carol was teasing, of course, but Charlie didn't realize this straight away.

"I.. erm, well, yes, of... of course I'm from around here!" He fiddled with his pocket watch (courtesy of Hatter's pickpocket skills) and chuckled a bit. "Are you cold? You can have my coat, if you like."

She politely declined, and a moment later they were seated at a table towards the back. "Have you ever been to a dinner theater before?"

"I have seen things similar to them, I believe," he nodded, a tiny bit uncertain if he really had or not. He did so wish that the Hero's had more fully explained what he was to do. Chivalry, he was finding out, was only a guideline.

"I think you'll enjoy it, tonight they're doing a play based on King Arthur." She smiled almost knowingly at him.

Oh, Charles, I don't know who this King Arthur is, but lend me your strength to not... how did Alice put it? 'Screw things up' tonight...