31
Alec
What happens next is a blur. I recall more impressions than anything else.
There’s a darkened alley.
A well-lit sidewalk.
Some older gent who jumps out of my way.
All the while, Elle stays at my side.
No matter what, both Elle and I stay focused on the striped tail of the Cheshire cat. Just when I think I’m about to pounce and grab him, the feline leaps out of the way. In the rush of running, I catch more quick moments.
Crossing a busy street.
Without a crossing light.
Cars screech to a halt.
A cabbie yells, go back to the prairie, you freaks!
Elle and I end up in Central park. Again. Chesh scales up a particularly large oak. Elle and I stand by the base, our hands braced on our knees, gasping for breath. We’re not alone, either. About fifty white mice encircle the trun
