The glass of the foyer's mirror shattered as the two came bursting through, collapsing onto the floor in a breathless heap.
Madeline landed on her back, hitting her head as she stared, dazed, upwards at the ceiling for a long moment. Glass was in her hair, covering her body, surrounding them on the floor.
Them. Jack.
Turning her head as much as she could, the Hatter saw the White Knight beside her, breathing deeply. She wasn't sure whether to be relieved or disappointed that she hadn't managed to kill him.
For the moment, she chose relief.
As the ringing in her ears began to subside, she could hear just how badly her breathing sounded, coming out it weak, shaken pants. It took enough energy to pull one person through an appropriately sized mirror. Pulling two through something equivalent to a pocket mirror was nearly impossible.
A long moment of silence passed in the hall, before she heard scraping sound, glass against tile. Opening her eyes once again, she saw the knight standing, looking down at her. She could feel the warm sensation of blood trickling down her head, but she couldn't move her hand to find it. She couldn't move.
She couldn't move, and the one person in Wonderland who should want her dead was standing over her.
Dark eyes followed the hero a moment, watching as he seemed to contemplate what to do. Her lips parted, with nothing more than a raspy noise coming through.
And then, he turned his back, and left her there.
'Of course. If they don't see me die, it's not their fault.' Her mind muttered as her vision once again began to blur, a sickening nausea overwhelming her senses. 'But I won't die, White Knight. I saved your life, now my debt is repaid.'
Finally, it turned black.
