Down the Rabbit Hole
Down the Rabbit Hole Unknown Entering the old train station, I had expected a dark and dingy passageway. Instead, marble floors shimmered like a whole cleaning staff had just gone through them. The haunting fluorescent blue light streamed over me in an arc, painting everything in cold neon. Rabbit kept his grip on my arm. Chess remained at my side. Cappello led the way and whistled as he walked. The tune was lovely, horrifying, and somehow soothing too. It twisted through the tunnel and sounded like a lullaby a mother sang to the dead child in her arms. I sniffed the air. Cookies? The whole place smelled like cookies. Warm ones. Maybe oatmeal and gingerbread. What is this place? Behind us, the door slammed shut and the lock turned with a final click. I was pretty sure we were now sealed in. I forced my body to keep walking and my breath to stay even. Don't show them how scared you are. But my hands had started to shake in the handcuffs. Rab...