The Journal of a Connecticut Yankee

Deeper Down the Rabbit Hole

December 27th

So there I was, trapped, held at gun point by the Queen of Hearts herself, being interrogated about Nazis of all things, oh yeah, and that's after her daughter and I just had sex in which I took her virginity.

Not one of my best nights yet, oddly enough, not one of my worst either...

"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked, stalling for time. Winona was on my hip, but I doubt that I could get to her before momma pulled the trigger. I guess I was wrong about having the only gun in the world but how the hell does a Lilim have one?

"The Nazis! Have they won? What about the Allies?" She said urgently while shaking the pistol at me in her small hands.

"You're talking about World War Two? That was over sixty years sum ago! The Allies won, the Nazis don't exist anymore!" I yelled back at her. Probably not the wisest thing to do while being held at gun point, I know, but that's besides the rub. Why the hell is she asking me about World War Two?

"And Hitler?" She pressed.

"Hitler committed suicide along with his wife in a bunker in Berlin."

It all of a sudden it struck me...

"This study isn't yours... Is it? Just like that gun." I asked as pieces started to click together.

In answer she pulled out a pair of dog tags from the same drawer and slid them over to me.

I carefully picked them up, keeping my eyes on the girl child. Peeking down, I read,

Smith, Eric

37337567 T42 43 O

2845 FRANKLIN BL

NY NY C

"Romie's dad... he was a solider... in the Second World War...." I mumbled aloud. The realization of everything hit me hard. But how? Then Romies words came back to me. Time works differently in Wonderland. It was possible, maybe some kind of wormhole? I knew that physics and time space tended to get a little wonky when you screwed with those but, it was possible. It also occurred to me that there were others, now, like myself that came to this world...

I carefully slid the tags back to her. Taking them, she brought the metal up to her lips and kissed it before returning them back to the drawer.

"He was the King of my Heart, he told me about them and their evils. He said that if he was able to get into Wonderland, then they might too. That's why I created the Spade Trumparts, so that they may combat their threat. That's why I must know what has happened in your world." She implored quietly, her eyes misting as she lowered the gun and set it on the desk.

Key word... Was. Either he found a way back home or, more likely he was dead. A small voice in the back of my head said it was latter.

"World War Two happened a long time ago, you don't have to worry about Nazis anymore, they're all but dead and whatever replaced them are nothing but a bunch of little bitches. There's different bad guys now," I said thinking back to the Taliban, terrorist and just the general state of the world that I left.

"How though? How did Eric get here?" I asked. Was there a doorway here in Wonderland? A way to traverse back and forth, maybe I wouldn't have to say goodbye to Romie after all...

"We found him half dead, surrounded by the bulk of a great metal beast. I had him brought to the castle and personally nursed him back to health. He was unlike any man I had ever met. Immune to magic, just like yourself. He was kind and gentle, had an odd view of the world, spoke strangely, had many strange ideas.... I fell in love with him..." Tears were falling from her eyes as she recalled their history.