I’m Not Myself, You See
The pocket watch snapped open, slammed shut, and then snapped open again jarring the tiny diamonds inside. Jack was waiting in the Queen’s war room, a large rectangular room with one central table and chairs spaced out all around it. He was the only thing white in the entire place. From the floors, the ceilings, to the draperies, to the furniture, to the roses sitting in a large vase in the middle of the table, everything was plastered in red, Sophia’s favorite color. Jack suspect sometimes that if the Queen had her way, he would be tinted red as well.
The door opened as another figure, also not coated in red, walked in. ”You’re late!” Jack snapped at Alexander, ”You’d think for such a brilliant scientists you’d be able to get to places on time.” The White Rabbit hated the Cheshire Cat for no other reason than he had very little say how the man was treated. Jack thrived on power and got endless joy in putting others in their places, which was usually a very easy thing to do since he usually had the ear of her majesty.
In his hand, Jack held the paper file folder Alexander had delivered from the asylum earlier that day. With a toss of his wrist the folder flew across the tabled, sending papers scattering on its way. ”This is utterly useless!” the White Rabbit shouted, ”I had the asylum searched top to bottom and even had the doctor’s secretary tortured but no one’s seen that man since he left a few years back! You’re lucky you’re in the Queen’s good favor, for now, but if you keep coming up with garbage, how long do you think it’s going to last, Cat!” Jack drummed his fingers on the table, all the while sneering. ”Someone’s got to know where they are. It’s not like they can keep hiding Alice forever." The White Rabbit snapped open his pocket watch again and studied the date. "Fortunately for me, it wouldn’t matter in a few day’s time whether we find the girl or not but Sophia's just going to keep getting angrier."