There are times when Cyrus missed his bottle. Not so much the loneliness but at least he had somewhere soft to sleep.

But even waking up with aches and pains from the hard ground in a cave where they'd camped for the night, he wouldn't trade it for the bottle or anywhere else in the world. For in his arms lay the most beautiful woman in all of Wonderland, his Alice. He watched her sleep for a moment, just smiling down at her peaceful features, before leaning down to kiss her lightly. He didn't mean it to wake her but he couldn't help himself.