The Kew Garden
“I will know where the Keys are when I see the mushrooms,” the March Hare reminds himself over and over again before the Red Queen opens the door.
“Do you need time to rest first?” I ask him.
“No, Alice,” he says. “I want to know.”
“We all want to,” Constance says.
“I hope this is the right thing to do,” he turns to ask Lewis, but Lewis is fading into Jack’s arms. “Poor Lewis.”
“I am sure he will be better when you know the Keys’ location,” I tell him.
“Shouldn’t he be taken away,” the March points at Lewis.
“I-I-“ Lewis does his best to stretch out a feeble hand. “W-want to-to-to know.”
“Come on, child,” the Red Queen says. “It’s time.”
The March nods his permission to open the door.
The Red Queen does. As she parts the two-sided door, a great light shines through. I feel like there is a treasure inside, glowing in gold.
When she fully open the doors, the light is too strong to look into. We shield our eyes but still try to peak through.
The mushrooms are slightly dancing as if welcoming the March whose smile is like a child finding Santa Claus.
“I guess he’s not a stranger to these mushrooms,” Constance says.
The more the March advances, the more the light pales out. It takes me a moment to realize the light is being sucked into his body. The March is turning into a transparent current of other lights. So transparent I can see the light bulb inside his head.
Whatever the Keys are for, it’s clear to me know: a catalyst event is about to happen in the world.
We follow him inside.