What it Really Meant was that They no Longer Believed
Alice had been on the same page of the same book for the last two hours. Sprawled out on a bed in a guest bedroom (which was becoming more and more her own as the days passed) the woman limply held the second volume of The Wonderful World of Wonderlands: History of the Kingdom and Surrounding Areas in her hand. It wasn’t that the book was terribly boring and she did like to read but her mental state was not cooperating as had been the case over the last few days.
She was terribly, terribly lonely. She continued to morn over Leon, although she had known him for such a short time, but more so the disappeared William. If anyone noticed her moping about though, they didn’t let on. The others were continuously busy- Alexander trying to run the kingdom after Sophia’s death, at least until a new ruler could be found, and Martius keeping watch over the healing Hatter.
Sitting up further, Alice reached out and placed a slip of paper in the book to save her place. Although torn it was folded neatly so that the phrase, “I love you” was prominent. It was all she had left of her past.
Immediately after the Queen’s death Alexander had the entire castle searching about everywhere for Sophia’s hidden cache. As of yet, they hadn’t found it. Although Jack’s hourglass was destroyed Alice could still feel the pieces of her past memories falling away, until at last, everything was gone. In some ways it was a relief as the permanency of the situation solidified. She didn’t have to worry about the what-ifs and was trying her best to cope with her new existence. Most of her days were spent cleaning up various rooms in the castle as the staff tried to restore them to their former glory. At first everyone had been too busy, even Alice as she was a popular person with the Wonderland media but as the days went on, Alice started to avoid the men entirely, unsure of to explain two important details. One, how despite their best efforts, her memories were now gone and two, how without them she felt no desire to go back.
Leaving the book lying on her bed, Alice wandered over to the door and peered out into the hallway. Satisfied that it was empty, she walked until she reached a giant stairway and descended to the floor below where she quickly skittered into the library. Perhaps if she could find something lighter to read, she could keep her thoughts occupied a little longer.
”Please be careful,” Martius’s voice sounded hoarse even to him. It was probably because he really hadn’t used it over the past few days. Walking over he grabbed a fluffy pillow and placed it behind Ethan’s back so that it would help him sit up. Next he poured a cool glass of water from a crystal pitcher and handed it to his friend. ”You’ve been out for a while.” the Hare tried to explain, gesturing to the medical equipment attached to the Hatter. "They were worried your body might start shutting down.”
Over the past week the Hare had developed large circles around his eyes and his clothing was beginning to visibly start to sag, although he hadn’t gone back to take drugs just yet. ”How are you feeling?” he asked, forcing a smiled so unsure of what to tell Ethan. The twin’s fate would have to wait until later although he still hadn’t worked out how to break it to his friend. ”It’s been a week since you killed Sophia. Alexander has been taking over in the meantime. It’s not ideal and he doesn’t seem thrilled with the job but at least the country is continuing to function for now.” Martius fought the growing urged to ask Ethan what they should do next. The Hatter had always been the one to come up with the schemes and the Hare had dotingly followed along. Instead, the Hare leaned in and gently kissed Ethan’s cheek. ”I’ve been worried.”