“Ignore her, little girl,” says the masked man.

“Alice,” says Alice.

His face quirks. “Very well,” he says. “McKinley. Bring me the water and salt, carefully. Remember–she can’t hurt you.”

“I know,” says Alice. “She hasn’t yet, why could she now?”

“He’s right,” says Nightmare sweetly. “It’d take me a while to break through this glass. A siege. I used to have terrible dreams about waiting forever in the dark… but mine weren’t as bad as my sister’s. About storms.”

Black lightning snaps; thunder cascades off the dome. Alice is startled, tripping, horror, the water spilling out of her hands.