For a moment, the sensation of falling scared Deidre -- not that she’d ever allow herself to show it.  But when Andre squeezed her hand, she knew everything would be alright.  The wide skirt of her dress slowed her descent like a pink chiffon parachute.  Soon, she was laughing in delight as she floated downward.  This was definitely better than a tea party.<br/><br/>Ever curious, Deidre stretched her hand out, straining to touch each object Andre described.  The lamp seemed very strange indeed.  What did it do?  However, she quickly recognized the small square cups.  As strange as the human world might prove to be, they still drank tea -- and somehow, Deidre found that rather reassuring.  Maybe once they found Dumas, the three of them could have a tea party<span style="font-style: italic"> in</span>the human world.  That would be something to brag about when they got home!<br/><br/>Feeling the gentle tug on her arm, Deidre allowed Andre to pull her close, wrapping her arms and legs around his body as they descended the final few feet.  With Andre buffering the impact, she barely felt their landing.  And then they were in the human world.  Jumping to the ground, Deidre craned her neck, attempting to look in all directions at once.  This world seemed much more orderly than Wonderland, full of straight lines and symmetrical shapes.  But it also held its share of strangeness.  “What’s that?” she asked, pointing at one of the metal carriages which rolled down the road, travelling at a nearly unimaginable speed.<br/><br/>Dumas didn’t appear to be in the immediate vicinity, but Deidre wasn’t too worried.  He’d probably just wandered off in search of candy trees.  A strong bond existed between the twins, and Deidre trusted it to lead her to Dumas eventually.  For now, she was content to follow after Andre.<br/><br/>“Aybee?”  As a child, she’d believed that ‘Aybee’ was Andre’s other name, not realizing that ‘A’ and ‘B’ were actually his initials.  Now, Deidre used his real name around other people.  But when it was just the two of them (or the three of them, including Dumas), she liked to call him by that childhood  title.  “Can I talk to you about something?”