It had all been for naught. Everything she had done had fallen apart, the one person she had trust had betrayed her, and she was going to die the same way she had planned those who went against her.

Perhaps worse than all that was that Alice pitied her.

"Hatter, you don't have to be alone! Come home to me..." Alice practically begged, the Queen and her little White Knight watching curious for her reaction.

"...yes. Yes, Alice, I want that. Take my hand?" She had been patient up to this point, just a little longer and she would have her goal within her reach. Offering her hand out, Alice touched her reflection for the first time.

And in a heartbeat, her back was pressed tightly against the Hatter, a knife held at her throat, "If I have to live in eternal torment, so must you! We'll be together forever..."

She would have laughed, but a shout from behind distracted her just long enough for the White Knight to valiantly surge forth, knocking Alice from her arms. The next was a blur of smoke, pain, and screaming.

"I damn your soul!"