“You can and will; we’ll need to know what the Dwarf is planning. He hasn’t been out of the Tower long but it seems he already has an agenda. Find out what it was he was trying to do before we put him away. I’m going to go after Veszico and hope I can find her before she finds Rumpelstiltskin. Thank you for your hospitality, White Rabbit; next time we meet I hope it’s under better circumstances.”
With that, Jack left the room.
Robert turned back to the Rabbit.
“You said before that the Dwarf, Rumpelstiltskin, showing up in my bathtub was very interesting. Why is that interesting?”
“I wish we had time to stay and chat,” said Lily, “but we need to get moving. It’d be an advantage to get as far North as we can before sunset.”
“I’m sorry to see you leave so quickly but I suppose I have my own work to do here. A word of advice for you, Lily, my dear. Don’t underestimate the Dwarf. If Jack is right, and he already has an agenda, he’s probably several steps ahead of you in this dance and you’ve yet to even learn the tune. And moreso, your unlikely partner here probably can’t even hear the music yet. What I can tell you is that the Dwarf came for my blood and he took it straight from the source.” The Rabbit placed a paw over his bloodstained fur where the wound had been. “This means he intends to travel to Othaside again soon. It was nice to meet you, Robert Darkly. While I fear your life will never be the same again, maybe that’s just the way it’s supposed to be. My thoughts go with you both.”
Lily and Robert stood as the Rabbit hefted himself from his recliner.
“Actually, there is something else we need from you. Robert doesn’t have a passport, and if he’s to come with me on this chase he’ll need one.”
Robert shook the tiny vial of blood attached to a silver chain around his neck.
“This is a passport?”
“Yes, the blood of the White Rabbit will allow you to pass through any door and it will take you to a location in Othaside,” said Lily, “Travelling through a door without the passport will just send you to another location in Thiside. The contents of that vial are highly coveted. All Agents have the same blood that you have around your neck and there are some people who would kill to have it.”
The White Rabbit had shuffled back to his living room to pack some food for Lily after furnishing Robert with his first ever piece of jewellery. The tiny vial was made of glass but the silver necklace was intricately woven. Its actual origin was the Northern foothills of the Grimm Mountains where the seven Dwarves had mined for the last three hundred years.
“But why? Couldn’t anyone just come here and purchase some blood? You said it was a commodity. Commodities can be bought and sold.”
“It’s true and sometimes people are granted temporary passports, a watered-down version of the Rabbit’s blood, which diminishes in power within a certain time. In order to obtain a passport like that there has to be a good reason for the individual wanting it, and they must have something to trade. Not just anyone can get one.”
“But then the one I have and that you Agents have isn’t temporary?”
“No, it’s pure blood. That’s why people would kill to have it. One of the Agency’s primary missions is to monitor the use of passports and punish those who abuse the privilege.”
“Is that the Agency’s only mission?”
Lily stared into Robert’s dark eyes. “No.”
Something about the answer disturbed Robert and he felt there was more in that answer than a simple one-syllable word but the fact was that Lily’s eyes caused his brain to get butterflies and all curiosity was instantly dispelled.
The Rabbit ducked through the back door of the Exchange and handed a leather satchel to Lily.
“Thank you so much; we’ll send word when we find the Dwarf.”
“I’d certainly appreciate it. Robert Darkly, something else occurred to me while I was preparing your food. May I have a word with you in private?”
Robert looked to Lily, as if for permission, but found that she was staring sternly at the Rabbit who completely ignored her. A look like that would have turned any normal man to stone. As the Rabbit was a rabbit and not anywhere close to being a normal man, he was obviously perfectly safe from any such looks.
“I’ll wait outside,” said Lily resolutely. “Make it quick, we’re wasting time.”
Lily cast a warning glance at Robert and left through the large wooden door. Through the doorway, Robert could see what looked like a myriad of colours blending together as if someone had painted a watercolour picture and then left it out in the rain. Lily walked through the image in the doorway and the colours flowed over her until she vanished completely and the door creaked closed behind her.
“As much as we are cordial when in each other’s presence, there is a certain animosity that exists between the Exchange and the Agency.” The Rabbit shook his head sadly.
“Why is that?”
“It comes down to purpose. Without the Agency, life would go on. Without me, the Agency would have no purpose. I’m a threat and a necessity all at once. But let us talk about you for a moment. I imagine that you believe you are here on this magical journey for a reason, maybe to give your own life some purpose, but please don’t deceive yourself about the severity of the world that you now occupy. If you want my honest opinion, you’d be better off turning around and leaving the Exchange and all this behind you.”
“Look, Mr… Rabbit, I got fired from my job today and last night my girlfriend broke my heart. I don’t really have any friends or anyone I would call a friend, I’m not particularly handsome or smart and the only really significant element of my life is that weird, unexplainable things happen to me on a regular basis. I really don’t have much to lose, to be perfectly honest.”
The Rabbit scratched one of his long white ears. “Well, then, if you’re committed to remaining here, there are three things that I must impart to you. Firstly, you always have something to lose. Your blood is as valuable as mine, as valuable as anyone’s. It’s a commodity. Always remember that. Secondly, I packed a special little something in the passport that I gave you.”
Robert had absentmindedly been playing with the tiny vial around his neck, and he now looked at it.
“If you travel through a door without a passport it’ll just send you somewhere, randomly, within the same world which you currently occupy. If you travel with a passport you have the option to travel within the world or between them.”
“Allowing me to go back to Othaside, I know. But I don’t want to go back―”
The Rabbit held up a large, fuzzy paw to interrupt Robert and rolled his large, glassy eyes in his large, white, furry head. “Like I was saying, there’s something extra. The passport you hold gives you, and only you, the ability to enter a door that will take you anywhere you want to go. You can use this gift only once, so don’t waste it. In fact, maybe save it for when you end up in inescapable peril which, on your current course of action, you’ll undoubtedly run into fairly soon.”
“And the third thing?”
“The third is the most important. Under no circumstances should you seek out your father.”
Robert and the Rabbit stared at each other. After never hearing about his father for several decades and assuming that he was probably dead, this was the second instance within a three-hour period that someone had mentioned his existence.
“What do you know about my father?” asked Robert. He couldn’t help it.
Robert never saw the punch coming and when thinking about it later, he wondered if the term rabbit punch had been coined in Thiside. The Rabbit struck him hard across the face. The look of shock that Robert knew had plastered itself across his stinging face was completely ignored by the Rabbit who continued as if nothing had happened.