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[b]”If you forget everything…[i]you turn into[/i] a bunny guard.”[/b]

[i]Impossible.[/i]

That was Harper’s immediate reaction, and that was what Leila wanted to make herself believe. Transforming a human body into the shape of a bunny guard was anatomically, physically, and practically impossible.

But just as she, as well as everyone else at the table, knew all too well - nothing was impossible in Nowhere.

[i]Your memories are fading, aren’t they?[/i]

They were. And they were fading fast.

Leila reached for her shirt pocket, placing her fingers upon the blue notebook. She drew it out and turned to the place before the first page - the back face of the cover, packed with tidy, elegant handwriting:

[i]My name is Leila Noelle. I am seventeen years old, born on...[/i]

And that was all of the passage she remained familiar with. The passage she wrote down in her time at the castle in hope that she wouldn’t forget, in hope that scripture will retain the memories so that her mind could hold out longer.

Perhaps not much longer her mind was going to hold out.

She winced as she shoved the notebook back into the pocket.

 [i]And we'll all be going home. All of us. We'd be working together so we can do it faster.[/i]

If they collect everything in time, they get to go home. Or at least they’ll be [i]hope[/i] that they’ll get to go home.

If they didn’t...that notebook would belong to what would forever be a mute, mindless bunny guard. Or perhaps even worse: a mute bunny guard that [i]wasn’t mindless[/i].

She pulled her sight off the ground and looked around the table, as part of an attempt to chase that thought out of her brain - at least temporarily. The expressions of everyone around there, however - the Hooded figures, the Nobodies, her fellow humans - did nothing but enforce the pressing threat.

Questions remained. If they were in a race against time - [i]a race against time where time wasn’t a valid concept[/i] - then why the fighting between them for the list and the items? If the threat they faced was the same, why weren’t them aligned to the cause in the first place? They were equally desperate - no, [i]they[/i] were arguably even more desperate...the reasoning wouldn’t be valid in all but two cases: one, the Hooded figures were outright insane, and two, this meetup is a trap and they have been lied to.

Leila couldn’t express how unreasonably much she wished that it was the former. Or, on second thought, how much she wished that she was wrong. Now all she wanted to hold onto was whatever material there was to sustain the thought that they were going home - that they stood a chance at eventually getting home.

On the other hand, bunny guards...then, the Queen, Delirium who treated them as welcome guests and allowed their staying and providing them food, the Queen…?

She shook her head, burying her face in her hands with her elbows rested upon the table.

She didn’t see Luke’s smile when he said:

[b]"So...wanna join the team?"[/b]

Leila slid her hands to expose her eyes, locked to the tablecloth and the half-empty glass of beverage in front of her.

She thought for moments. Then:

“...how long?”

She spoke, but did not answer their question. Her mind was still flooding with the dreadful images of past humans, trapped for an eternity in the bunny-shaped cocoons.

“How long did they have?” She asked. She hadn’t made her choice yet, but she wanted to know this regardless. The Nobidies and the Hooded Figures might not have the answer, but she needed to ask anyway. They said they’ve [i]seen it happen[/i].

“...how long do [i]we[/i] have?”