<span style="font-style: italic">(I'm so so sorry that I have been absent for so long; I'm pretty sure it's been over a week, breaking my own rule... &gt; ~ &lt;)</span><br/><br/>The Mad Hatter froze where he was. He felt the tremble of the ground beneath his feet, and a soft caress against his skin - and he smiled. Her presence was a familiar feeling that he had the pleasure to enjoy only once in a great while. It's been almost thirty years since he was around Eleanor. He never knew of her whereabouts and never asked. She was an old, trusted friend of his, one that he wouldn't want to lose. She was the only living creature who knew his real name, the only one who knew of its power, and the only one whom he would trust with it. He loved Eleanor - not like Dinah - never like Dinah - but she was oh-so-dear to him. He smiled as he listened to Eleanor's call for help, reaching out to him with her own overpowering power, running her essence through his body. The Hatter reveled in it. He missed this. He missed her.<br/><br/>Completely abandoning his search for Louis, The Hatter turned, approached the wall around his mansion, and stared at it. The thought of crossing it frightened him, but he could still feel Eleanor around him, and that gave him strength. So he jumped, grabbed hold of the top of the stone wall, pulled himself up, and leaped off into the Forest trees.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Meryl screamed. Jeb shouted out as well and sprinted forward to grab her arm - but the weight of her and Dumas was too heavy, and he fell into the dark abyss as well. He<span style="font-style: italic">knew</span>that this young punk wasn't as innocent as he looked! Now it seemed that he had lured these two stupid college students - college! - to some underground passage. They were going to die. That's it. Jeb was going to die at the ripe age of twenty-one. Splendid. Fan-freaking-tastic.<br/><br/>Meryl gripped Dumas's wrist as hard as possible, mouth wide with horror. Her stomach was left way above them, yet she felt as though she would vomit any second. She attempted to find comfort in Jeb's hand and that he had not abandoned her, but she couldn't because now they were both falling to their death. This hole in the ground was never-ending and cold. However, as she, Dumas, and Jeb plummeted to their destination below, she thought she could see random objects passing by them as they fell - like teacups and rocking chairs.