“Put your gun down, or I’ll shoot,” I say.
Surprisingly, he cooperates. “Please don’t kill me,” he says. “I’ll open the door leading upstairs for you.”
This is too easy. What’s the catch?
“Move.” I point my weapon. “Tell the others to open the gate upstairs. I want a car I can drive right away.”
“But of course.”
I feel like a commando, a fearless warrior, but it still doesn’t make sense, the way he’s scared of me.
The guards open the door for me, then lie flat on their stomachs, as if I am robbing a bank, hands behind their heads.
I step up to climb the stairs the moment when my greatest weakness attacks me. The one weakness that always messed with my escaping plans. I remember the one thing that matters to me the most.
This sucks. Now I have to go back to my cell, willingly. Because I can’t leave my Tiger Lily behind. Now I know what it means to me.
Chapter 49
Running back with a rifle in my hand, I convince myself I can do it. All I have to do is pick up the Tiger Lily, use the rifle on my way back, and get out of here.
I enter the cell, hug the plant with one hand, and remember the sight of my children in the future. Tiger’s boyish logic, his leadership at such a young age. Lily’s incredible innocence that would make her another version of Alice in Wonderland.
A tear rolls down my cheek. This time-traveling thing is a heart-wrenching journey. I understand the wisdom of not knowing the future now. If we do, we’re doomed by the curse of knowing.
I step outside, my rifle pointed out.
The guards are still on the floor. This should work. I will find Mrs. Tock and she will correct the path. I will save Jack, find the keys, and hopefully find my Wonder.
This is going to be all right, I tell myself. What more surprises could happen? I can’t think of any.
But I am wrong.
A firing burst of pain rushes through my knees, so painful I drop the pot on the floor. The image of my children cracking to pieces like china dolls almost kills me right away.
I fall to one knee, dropping the rifle. Then the other knee, which I can’t feel anymore. My body heats up from my toes to the back of my neck.
On my knees, I see Waltraud sneering at me. She has hit me with her baton, right in my knees, and now I can’t even move.
I fall on my face, unable to comprehend what’s happening to me. I needed to escape to find Mrs. Tock. Now, I won’t be able to move. Now… oh, God. Now, I’m paralyzed.
The nightmare.
Chapter 50
THE PRESENT: INSIDE THE INKLINGS, OXFORD
“What’s happening to her?” Fabiola yelled at the time couple. Alice, lying on the bed, was in great pain. Her hands were trembling, and her knees were twitching.
“Relax, White Queen.” Mrs. Tock was manicuring her fingernails. She seemed satisfied with the red color, now that she blew air onto it. “Pain comes with time travel.”
“Pain is very interesting,” Mr. Tick said, chin up, smoking a pipe. “But you should tell her what’s really going on, Mrs. Tock. We’re all in this together now.”
“What is she supposed to tell me?” Fabiola said.
Mrs. Tock sighed. She stopped breathing on her nails and said, “I can see what’s happening to her exactly.”
“What?” Fabiola said. “How?”
“It’s some form of telepathy,” Mrs. Tock explained. “I can’t contact her, though. I can only see, sometimes vaguely, where she’s at and what’s happening in her journey.”
“A most interesting talent, Mrs. Tock,” Mr. Tick commented. “Proud to be married to someone like you.”
“Thank you, Mr. Tick.”
“Shut up, creeps.” Fabiola reached for her Vorpal sword. “Tell me what you see. What’s happening to her?”
“She woke up in the wrong time,” Mrs. Tock explained. “A day after she killed her classmates.”
“Poor Alice.” Fabiola closed her eyes, her mouth clenched before she took a deep breath to calm herself down. “How can this be fixed?”
“She will have to find me with the address I’ve given here. That’s all,” Mrs. Tock said. “See? We’re not bad people.”
“Always misunderstood, Mrs. Tock,” Mr. Tick added.
“However, she has a little obstacle to solve,” Mrs. Tock said. “Someone has knocked out her knees.”
“Are you joking?”
“Not at all. Alice may be paralyzed from the knees down now,” Mrs. Tock said flatly. “But I’m sure she’ll find a way out.”
“You obnoxious little troll.” Fabiola raised her sword.
“She called me a troll.” Mrs. Tock snickered, then mustered a serious face immediately. “Don’t worry, White Queen. Alice’s broken knees are the least of her troubles, trust me.”
“Then what is?” Fabiola asked.
“She will wake up in another room now. She will meet a very important man. And she will have to deal with a big revelation, I believe.”
Chapter 51
THE PAST: RADCLIFFE ASYLUM, OXFORD