Disclaimer: I own neither Alice nor Hanging On by Britt Nicole. Their owners do. This is for pure enjoyment.

Anxious

You see my anxious heart
You see what I am feeling

Alice swallowed hard and locked the confused, scared tears inside. This …place was too strange. Jack was missing, someone was out to get her, and she had no idea if she could trust the man in front of her. But somehow, he put her at ease with his curious and direct gaze. Her heart that had been beating like a freight train ever since she accidentally fell through that mirror was now slowing down.

"A friend. I 'ope," he had said. Was he on the level?

He examined her arm –his touch was warm. Alice was almost positive he could feel her pulse.

He asked her, "Do you know why they call me 'Atter?"

Such a simple question, really. "Because you wear a hat?" she asked, going for the obvious.

"No," he said, a little defensively.

And all of a sudden, she wanted to laugh.