July 26, 1:09 pm, The Throne Room, Inside the Castle
I grinned as Irade slowly took my hand. Finally...finally!
There, in front of the golden throne, my castle floating above New York City, I felt her soft hand fall into mine, clasping tightly. This was it. This was what I had been waiting for.
Over the past month or so, I had a lot of time to myself. A lot of time to think. As the Castle moved slowly towards London, I found myself wondering where it all went wrong.
The truth was that Alice was right. A couple of years ago, when I first imagined this, I did think of all the possibilities she gave. There was always the chance of someone finding my notes and following me to this world. There was always the chance of Alice betraying me. I had even briefly considered the chance that the pseudo-core I had made would break and turn into a real core. Very unlikely without outside help, but it was a possibility.
