At first I thought I was hearing things. The doctors at the home wrote me off as insane many years ago. Sometimes I started to believe them.

But the tapping continued until I could ignore it no longer. Coming from the mirror in the hallway. I waited until the morning nurse rotation was done. I spat the pills into my palm and slipped them into my purse. There were dozens of pills in it by now.

I knew it would be him.

He hadn’t aged a day, that white rabbit. He stopped tapping and held up his pocket watch. I saw him mouth the words, “You’re late!”

All I needed to do was go through the looking glass again. I took it off the wall and put it on the floor at my feet. I saw them all, then. The Mad Hatter, the Red Queen, the cards, the flowers, the oysters. They needed me.

All I had to do was step through the glass.