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A sinister illusionist wants Alice… and he won’t take no for an answer.
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“Hello, little rabbit…And who’re you?”
The young girl had long blonde hair that was tossed about in the wind. He could not see much of her from where he loomed, but she brought a smile out of him. He wondered what color her eyes were. They looked so very large.
Pretty little rabbit.
He trailed his fingers over the glass pane of one of the fourth-floor tower windows. As he did, her head turned up toward him. He drew back in surprise before he realized she could not possibly see him for two reasons.
One, the room was dark. Not a single light was glowing inside the room he occupied. It was early morning, and the sun would not have illuminated him from outside.
And two, far more importantly—in fact, so notable he likely should have had that thought first—he was entirely invisible.
It was that reminder of his state that sent him back to the glass to peer down at her. Her gaze had moved on toward the door. That settled it. It had only been luck.
She checked her phone—a little black rectangular electronic device of a genre he could still not quite make sense of, although he did not care to try—before slipping it back into her pocket.
“I think we will have a lot of fun, you and I…”
The young girl had long blonde hair that was tossed about in the wind. He could not see much of her from where he loomed, but she brought a smile out of him. He wondered what color her eyes were. They looked so very large.
Pretty little rabbit.
He trailed his fingers over the glass pane of one of the fourth-floor tower windows. As he did, her head turned up toward him. He drew back in surprise before he realized she could not possibly see him for two reasons.
One, the room was dark. Not a single light was glowing inside the room he occupied. It was early morning, and the sun would not have illuminated him from outside.
And two, far more importantly—in fact, so notable he likely should have had that thought first—he was entirely invisible.
It was that reminder of his state that sent him back to the glass to peer down at her. Her gaze had moved on toward the door. That settled it. It had only been luck.
She checked her phone—a little black rectangular electronic device of a genre he could still not quite make sense of, although he did not care to try—before slipping it back into her pocket.
“I think we will have a lot of fun, you and I…”