After a few days of travelling, Alice couldn't help but groan, seeing that the potion she would take to knock herself out had run dry. It had been terribly boring for her along the journey: the rides spent sleeping, knowing the two would never stop, and the nights dragging on after they had decided to stop in places where there was nothing that could tempt her. At some point she had been tempted to run off and leave, only kept in check by the knowledge that only by travelling with the two could she ask the red iris what he meant by a second.
'It's impossible to think there is another. But Chesh was right. No one is as good as me. Whatever gave me the instruction must have created an antagonist for me. It's the only thing that makes sense.'
A deep sniff broke Alice out of her thoughts, and looking to the large man, she saw him closing his eyes and sniffing the air, his brow furrowing and unfurrowing. "Elva."
