The fan spun in slow counter clock-wise rotations inside the dim room. At the moment it was my only source of entertainment after the faceless was kind enough to take out the bullet and stitch my shoulder up. I yawned and brought myself deeper into the thick silky sheets thrown over me before he left. This place that those guys brought me to wasn't half-bad. This room was pretty large and painted a harsh white, but had dark brown wooden floors to help off set the annoying color. A dark wood fan was propelling above my head and had an antique glass globus fixture to it that gave off a dim light. Aside from the metal bed I was laying in, with the best mattress ever, there was no other bits of furniture. The doctor had taken away a metal squeaky cart that his tools were lying on not even ten minutes ago. But none of that mattered when you felt the temperature...

It was warm!

I guess I'm pretty shallow considering these guys shot me. Was I upset? Sure, but I'm not stupid either. Going back to my place after going to a clinic would have taken a lot of effort and would have me freeze to death. So, for now, I was going to lay around here until they either kicked me out or Otto came looking for me.

A light tap at my door dropped me out of my thoughts before the door opened to reveal the guy with violet eyes and rabbit ears. Oh, I forgot to mention that didn't I? Well sue me! It's been awhile since I saw eyes that weren't mine. "Did the doctor patch you up?"

"Yeah, did a decent job too."

His eyes widened considerably. "You've been shot before?! But you're a foreigner!"

"No, no, no." I waved my hand. "I meant I've gotten stitches before. I'm not stupid enough to get shot..." My eyebrows furrowed. "That's until today."

I blinked when I saw the long ears go down on either side of his head. "I'm sorry about that, Blood was only trying to help you get out of that situation."

"By shooting me?"

He nodded. "That was Greg Allen a powerful Casino owner. He owed Blood a ton of money and would have used you to try to get out of those debts."

"Because I'm the foreigner." I said with a sigh. I don't understand everyone's obsession with me being from out of town. I think they would be more concerned that I have no clue how I got here. One minute I was walking home drunk as hell and the next I'm waking up in a fountain close to Otto's bar.

"Pretty much."

We sat in awkward silence for a few moments before the rabbit guy spoke again. "You feeling better?"

"A little."

"Good," He gestured outside the door. "Blood wanted you to join his tea party."

I snorted and put a hand to my mouth in an attempt to swallow the rest of my laughter, making my nose burn. The rabbit guy tilted his head to the side, violet eyes glittering with confusion. "Did I say something funny?"

"N-no." I pushed myself up with my good arm and shoulder, wincing when I felt the sting thanks to my wound. "Lead the way."

...

"So you've never met a Roleholder before?"

I blew on my tea cup, the heat sinking into my hand and making me drowsy. "Nope, you guys are my first."

I said this without looking at my host, my eyes gobbling up all the goodies on the table. I always said rich people had it good! There were colorful cakes on white trays that had delicate blue scrolling on the sides that looked almost like singing birds perched in a maple tree. The small cups had the same scrawling as did the slim and elegant tea pot that sat close to Blood, the guy who shot me. "Well then, I guess the early bird get's the worm."

"I guess." I took a sip of the tea and wrinkled my nose, where's the sugar?

"Then where do you stay?" Elliot said. "Don't tell me you live in a trash can."

Oh, there they are. I grabbed the round bowl and plunked one of the tiny cubes into the tea. "Kinda."

"Huh?!"

"Just kidding!" I look up at Elliot, the rabbit guy. "I actually live in a small house a few blocks from the bar I work at. It's not the best in the world but it's a roof."

"Would you rather live in a better place than your current one?" Blood said.

I continued plunking in the sugar cubes. I'd never really thought of trying to get to a better place. I mean I didn't have the funds, my gambling aside, and I didn't know how long I'd remain in this drunken hallucination. "Nah, I'm fine where I am."

The suddenly shifted from a happy morning to a lovely evening with a few clouds in the sky lazily dancing around. Picking up my tea mug I dumped all the contents in my mouth, forcibly swallowing the too sweet mixture before standing up. "Well I gotta get going."

"To work?"

"Pretty much."

Elliot stood up as well. "Alone? Aren't you worried someone could mug you? It's dangerous to go out right now."

"It's not dark yet, besides I've gotten more disturbing things happen at the bar than anywhere else."

I gave a small salute and walked over to the huge wrought iron gate and off the property. My stomach swirling around as if I just eaten an entire meal. Man that tea was too sweet, maybe I should have just drank it bitter...

...

Alice twisted her hands nervously in her apron, painfully aware of Nightmare's eye on her. She had heard the news today and was now jittery, constantly trying to make herself useful but would eventually just stare out the window and over the mass expanse of the forest. She couldn't see into it and barely see past it, yet if she squinted sometimes she thought she caught a glimpse of a person who looked lost and alone...

"I'm sure the new foreigner is fine." Nightmare said as he leaned his elbows on his desk. He probably should be getting back to the pile of paperwork on his desk that threatened to fall over. "You entered Wonderland and figured everything out quickly enough."

"Maybe..." She sighed and stood up, going over to a couch centered in front of a stone fireplace that was happily popping away. "But I know this place can be dangerous, I didn't in the beginning. What if the foreigner runs into a gun fight, or picks up a clock, or-"

"There's always the possibility," He said. "but you just have to believe that the foreigner will be okay."

Alice nodded and gave a small smile, trying her best to find a bright side to this. Nightmare could still feel the foreigner's presence in Wonderland so that mean's they weren't dead. But they also weren't sleeping meaning that he wouldn't be able to communicate with them. She huffed and once again her hands intertwined themselves with her crisp white apron.

She jumped when she felt a heavy calloused hand on her shoulder. "Is something bothering you, Alice?"

The girl looked up to see a handsome man with yellow eyes and a lizard tattoo peeking on his neck. "N-no. I'm fine, Gray."

"Liar." Nightmare coughed, before grabbing a paper from the stack when Gray looked at him.

"Are you sure?" He sat down next to her, the couch creaking thanks to the extra weight. "You don't seem well. You've been staring out the windows for hours now and you haven't eaten."

She sighed and shook her head. "It's just that I'm worried about the new foreigner...No one knows where they could be! If I could just go look-"

Gray grabbed her waist and held her close, a rare form of public affection. "The foreigner will be fine, right now I'm only worried about you."

"You just don't want me to leave."

"Of course, is it wrong to care about the woman I love?"

"I suppose..." But her blue-eyed gaze once again went out the window to the great unknown. She had a terrible feeling in her gut and the setting sun wasn't helping her mood one bit. She knew there was terrifying things in Wonderland, things that a foreigner could never hope to understand. She could only hope that someone would be kind enough not to exploit her on the spot and that she would be able to keep away from the bloodshed that this place seemed to crave.

...

A/N: And finished! So Allison hasn't met a single Roleholder until now...Wonder why. And yes if you didn't figure it out Alice is with Gray. I usually read stories where she get's with Julius or Blood but never Gray. So yeah, here's the chapter I hoped you all enjoyed it!