[They keep the door shut, most days. Usually locked. The sounds of someone creeping along the halls, the slightest shift of the floorboards and the creak of something in the mansion settling, is enough to jar one or both or all of them awake for varying reasons.]
[Today, the door isn't shut. It isn't shut, because the room has been split into thirds.]
[The first is occupied by the first child to arrive - in Wonderland, that is. Chronologically, they were the last to fall. The eighth and final piece, a human who wandered too close to an edge.]
[There are shouts bristling from the other side of the door. Sluggish, slow words interspersed with the cold, metallic cling of a SOUL turned blue, interleaved with the slamming of a golden pin through time and the desperate pleas of a child who doesn't want to see someone go. From nothing, nothing comes.]
FLOOR 2, ROOM 12-A; i guess i was never that brave
[Today, the door isn't shut. It isn't shut, because the room has been split into thirds.]
[The first is occupied by the first child to arrive - in Wonderland, that is. Chronologically, they were the last to fall. The eighth and final piece, a human who wandered too close to an edge.]
[There are shouts bristling from the other side of the door. Sluggish, slow words interspersed with the cold, metallic cling of a SOUL turned blue, interleaved with the slamming of a golden pin through time and the desperate pleas of a child who doesn't want to see someone go. From nothing, nothing comes.]
[From nothing, nothing will come.]
[You can open the door, if you'd like.]
[But I can't promise you'll like what you find.]