The White Rabbit was confused, nobody even said it was unfair for him to have the life he had. It was just the way it was.<br/>"It isn't your fault. Don't feel bad. My mother just was a rotten person. All my dad could see was her looks. He never told her to stop doing what she was doing. I know she married him for money. I don't think love had to do with the relationship at all."<br/>He hummed a bit, then nodded. "OK...well..if it doesn't bother you. Face the truth. You are braver than I am. I haven't faced  the truth of myself in a year. Maybe I just should. I mean, you like me right?"<br/>He looked at the photo, wondering when Micheal was going to come back. Just who was Micheal? He felt he must be important. You notice, in the photo Irene was wearing a tiara. A tiara familiar to you. One you wrote about with a princess that had been born to the Red Queen. But..sure that was just a coincidence right?