Kristen hears the cabbie talk about Tock, the Alices, and the Ladies, and she filed that info in her head as “rather useful for later.” If she got mixed up with this, she knew not to rely on Tock necessarily. He might not want to take it on. If that bunny-eared girl appeared again, if there were any problems, she might have to rely on pitting her and the Alices against the Ladies to avoid the trouble.<br/><br/>She doesn't recognize the name “King of Wax.” But she's not going to put her foot in her mouth and show her ignorance by asking now. It's time to be able to do a little deductive work on her own....or maybe employ Gordon Bennet to figure out what was going on, if she's that interested in knowing.<br/><br/>How the hell does she feel that drawn into this place? She can't figure out why it's now important..but maybe that's because there's nothing good waiting on her at home. She should be looking for a way out, not....ow. Fuck. Her ribs are in too much pain to get too damn thoughtful about it all. She shift uncomfortably on the seat of the cab.<br/><br/>Kristen hands the cabbie the memory that she'd mysteriously found in her pocket when the cab comes to a stop, and suddenly, a moment that had been completely ingrained in her just a few minutes ago is now gone, as if she has not  felt it at all. And there's something strange about it, worse than getting beaten up, worse than losing something she loves, and the only thing she can compare it to is Phantom Limb Syndrome, when someone has lost a limb but can still feel it, as if it should have been there, but no longer is. She smiles, a little uncomfortable now, after paying the cabbie, and she takes in her first sight of the Duchess.<br/><br/>There's something cookie-cutter about this place, she realizes, something undeniable familiar, just that the other dive she left. She goes in, and it's crowded. She doesn't notice the paramedic off the bat, so perhaps she needs to wait. She manages to squeeze her way to the bar, because if she can't have medical treatment or sex, she might as well have some more booze. She signals the barkeep and says, “Hey. White Russian if you got it.”