Damaged People: The Last Waltz
Chapter Four:
It's All about Soul
They were falling; something that was all too familiar for Alice, and totally disorientating for the Hatter. They floated into nothingness together, and watched as auras of feeling surrounded the other across from them. They couldn't reach, the mirror between them rapidly clouding with the coming storm. Everything was spinning- everything was still.
The storm clouds, those towering thunderheads, quickly began to fill in the mirror, as though the rain within it caused too much floodwater. It groaned as it stretched the film containing their reflections to its absolute limits, threatening to burst that amorphous glass. And all too soon, it couldn't contain the sea of turmoil inside any longer… Spider web cracks raced along the looking glass's surface, and it broke into a million shattered stained-glass windows into the future.
They paid no mind to the multitude of cuts and gashes that bled freely; for anything should be allowed to be free in their world… The couple reunited between the crying mirror-frame, embracing with love purer than anything in either of their worlds. The floor dropped out as soon as they wrapped around each other, tighter and tighter, as though they were trying to become one loving entity… The many Time-shredding blades of the Hatter's security were closing in to reach them, and Alice said with otherworldly slowness and sureness, "I think we're alone now." And their oblivion was finally here! Those Time-damned machines opened up a rapacious maw that was just waiting to whet its teeth upon them- so they waltzed. The flawless, twirling cog-work had no grace in comparison; now it was a dead, clunking metal corpse.
"Another you and I- another revolutionary, heavenly romance… we're waiting for the Last Waltz…" Hatter replied solemnly.
Confusion led the dance, this freedom-released dance for the perpetual soul…