Hatter.
I'm standing in the middle of what used to be my office, though its now completely destroyed. Tables knocked over, my glass closet shattered, my grass is... well, they didn't stay off the grass, like I always asked. I could only guess that this was Mad March's doing. But that was hardly my concern. I was here to collect a few meager belongings before I went back home with Alice. We're only back because Jack needed our help, because it led us back to Alice's missing cousin. But while we were here, I couldn't resist coming back to the old shop.
I pass by my old white chair, my favorite chair, the one I'd been sitting in when I met my Oyster. Its slashed and rusted now, and my headphones that always rested on it lay broken on the floor. Near it, glass shards of the Tea bottles make the floor glitter slightly, and I take care to watch my step as I make my way towards a door. It had been hidden by my coat closet before (I'm glad I thought to grab Alice's jacket before my first plunge through the Looking Glass), and it led back to my bedroom. This, thankfully, appeared to be untouched. The only thing in deliberatly bad condition was the picture of Jack Heart that I'd converted into a dart board. I've never liked the Prick, y'see.
I grab at the handles of the many knives stuck in his snooty looking mug (taking care to rip up his Knave-ish face a little more) and throw them into a suitcase I'd laid out on my bed. I already have a few things packed, nothing special, just a couple shirts and other articles of clothing. I hadn't planned on taking more than that, but then I look over at a rather dusty shelf. Three long, neatly arranged rows of books that haven't been touched since I left school. I walk over to them and pull a random one out, and am a little surprised to find that its not a long forgotten school book, but one from my childhood. I recognize the pictures right away as the ones that go with my favorite bedtime story, one about a brother and sister who go on an adventure together*. I smile and close it, deciding to take it with me. In the next book I open I find another surprise. Its not full of words and strangely drawn illustrations, but pictures, taken with an old Photo Box. There's one of me with Jeremy Dix (Number Ten, these days), when we were probably no more than 15. Another where I'm standing with a slightly older (and slightly stoned) looking guy. "Catapillar!" I mumble, suddenly realizing I'd known the Resistance leader all along. On the same page, there's one of me with a girl on my lap at a party. I know she was one of the Diamond girls in the Casino, now. For a quick moment, I wonder if she got out alive, but then another picture catches my eye. I'm standing with my arm around the shoulders of another boy, we're both no older than 15 or so. He's got a sly look to him, and bright pink eyes. "Mad March," I murmur in awe. I sit down on the edge of my bed in shock. I had hated him so long, run from him so long that I forgot that we were once inseprable friends. Brothers, almost. A drop of water appears on the page, and I wipe angrily at my eyes, closing it. Without a second thought, it goes in the suitcase as well.
As long as I'm starting a new life in the Otherworld, I'm going to bring the best parts of my old life with me.
A/N;; Woo! Huge update, huh? :] I went through and made notes of all the suggestions you guys made (I think I covered them all, too), but since I'm an idiot, I didn't get your names down. Anywho, I'm sure you all know which ideas were yours, and so this is me giving you all credit! I had a a lot of fun writing these, I've missed writing them man! Omg. Anywho, I'm still open to requests, and I PROMISE I'll try to update faster from now on! :]
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*Sylvie and Bruno, another story Lewis Caroll wrote.