Ghent kept his movements slow to buy extra time. He held eye contact with Elayra while she gave instruction, amazed by her ability to think clearly despite the situation. "Watch for your signal. Got it." He could hear his heart beating in his ears. As much as he hated the plan, he knew that grappling for the gun was the only option they had. There wasn't time to create a backup plan.
	Returning to the car, Ghent leaned against the door to appear casual. He waited for Elayra to enter the vehicle, only to be told that[i] he [/i]was to enter first.
	Ghent's arrogant 'you-owe-me' smirk vanished. Elayra referred to him as Featherhead again. He was guilty of giving Elayra half a dozen nicknames, but he didn't believe any of them came close to Featherhead. Although he didn't want to respond to the name, now wasn't the time to protest. Miles was watching them impatiently.
	"As you wis--ouch!" Ghent didn't get to finish the quote. He misjudged the height of the ceiling and smacked his head on the way inside. Had he been paying attention to the review mirror, he would have seen Miles roll his eyes.
	"Well, isn't this cozy?" The back seat offered very little room, no thanks to the collection of clutter strewn about. Sneakers hitting a few empty cans, Ghent pushed aside a large cardboard box in order to make space to sit. As he anticipated, the vehicle reeked of smoke.
	Cleaning off the seat was futile, so Ghent brushed some of his wet hair out of his eyes and was forced to sit in the middle seat among the cassette tapes, cigarette remnants, and loose change. "The coast is clear, Goldilocks," he told the blonde, curious as to how she would react to the wagon. Wonderland couldn't have had cars.
	"Keep those hands where I can see them." Miles watched the pair with less intensity than before. If anything, he appeared annoyed, irritated by the time it had taken to round them up. "If you see the cops, duck. Understood?"
	Ghent liked paranoid Miles a whole lot more than lieutenant Miles. "Understood," he moved his hands to appease the man, noting that being in the middle seat was beneficial since he was closer to the gun.
	Once both teenagers were inside, the wagon started to move. The rain obscured the view from all angles, creating an illusion that it was a lot later in the day than it actually was. Even if Miles had a destination in mind, Ghent couldn't tell where they were going.
	"So...Wonderland." While he waited for the signal, Ghent decided to keep Miles talking in an effort to distract him and possibly figure out how he knew so much. "You'd mentioned wanting to come with us?"
	Miles gave a solid nod, looking up into the mirror every few seconds. "Yes," he responded hastily, a hint of desperation in the answer. "That's why...not a lot of options," he began to mumble nonsense to himself. "Had to snatch you kids before the cops did."
	Ghent glanced towards Elayra, visibly disturbed by the gibberish. "Er...[i]right[/i]..."
	Without warning, Miles slammed on the breaks and turned around to face them. "[i]I'm not crazy,[/i]" he was vehement. "I want answers, and you," his bloodshot eyes landed to Elayra. "Are going to give them to me." 
	The windshield wipers ticked back and forth, their rhythm interrupted by the click of the pistol being cocked. "What happened to the portals?"
	Elayra's attire, the magic shield, the slip-up about Swallowhill. In his rattled mind, Miles assumed correctly. The girl was knowledgeable about Wonderland. Far more than Ghent was.