Sentence first - verdict afterwards.
The woman stared around the empty holding room. White lights glared up above and reflected off the smooth metallic walls of her cell. Everything had had such a dream-like quality but she had long given into the reality of the situation. After all, hadn’t it been just yesterday when she had been typing up her term paper?
The woman felt terribly scared and terribly frustrated. She had been abducted (never mind if it was an accident or not) by some crazed man with white rabbit ears permanently fixed to his skull! She had no clue where she was or even how to get back home and to top it all off everyone around here seemed to be suffering from some mental disease. The tears she had been fighting back for hours welled up again.
Martius reached into his shirt pocket and retrieved the little glass vial he housed close to his heart. Lifting up the stopper, two thick amber drops slowly fall into the drink below. ”It really does serve her right,” he mumbled to himself, ”No such thing as applesauce-coffee? Who does she think she is?” Picking up a tiny silver spoon, he tries to stir the drink.
The saucer and teacup shake violently together making a terrible clinking noise as the Hare brings the cup to his trembling lips. In a few moments, the violent tremors are over and Martius feels his body slip into a blissful state of relaxation.
”Such a weird child,” Martius continues, ”What sort of parents would want an all human child anyways? Where’s the fun in that?” Reaching up, he begins to stroke his own velvety-soft ears. ”Still, I feel bad for her.” Martius wasn’t sure which was worse, being forced by Jack to serve on the jury or watching the poor girl cry crocodile tears. The picture of a different person crying out for help comes to mind, and then quickly fades into the recesses of his brain.
”I don’t understand.” The vial twinkles us at him wickedly, ”You’re supposed to be helping me forget. Then why do I remember?” Pocketing the object again, Martius stands up from the table. The restaurant around him, the Golden Afternoon, remains empty but since it’s well past closing time, he wasn’t expecting any customers.
Grabbing an old-fashion umbrella, Martius steps out into the windy night. His goal is to find the one person in the world who can keep his mind off everything, his good friend Ethan, and perhaps even inform the man of what befell the poor human child they ran into yesterday.