Christopher's P.O.V.
He couldn't have just fallen out for no reason. I threw my coat back on and ran out the door. I looked everywhere I went. Then I went over to the food cart, watching my every step, making sure I don't step on him. Running down the snowy path of the town. The cart was empty and the people were gone. I turn and I see something small and wooden underneath the snow. I brushed off the snow and saw Timothy motionless on the snow below. I heard him whimper a bit as I tried to pick him up off of the cold blanket below. The poor guy was as stiff as a board. He never spoke on the way home neither did I. When I got home, I laid Tim down on a quilt mother had made me when I was three, closed up shop, and continued to write my story about my sister's adventures. Alice Kingsley, the one who proved the entire story was true by going down the rabbit hole. I know the story was true because I decided to do the same thing, and Wonderland was not any dream. I put my journal away and fell asleep on my desk.

Tim's P.O.V.
Waking up, I'm on Christopher's bed with him asleep on his desk. I can't remember what happened after knocking out on the snow yesterday. But at least I'm okay. I saw that it was 9:00 a.m. so I decided to get up. But that hurt a lot. My entire body was stiff, so I couldn't move much at all. My speeking was slurred but at least I was able to talk.

Christopher's P.O.V.
I woke up hearing Little Tim trying to say something while he just laid there. His words were slurring as he spoke, but at least he could say something. Though, I didn't notice his hands were behind his back. I got up, then fell back down letting out a groan. My legs are probably asleep again. "Crud." "I sti," Tim tried to say. "Wha u hal abou?" Why didn't I see him fall out. "You're to adorable to be talking like that." I saw him try to get up but he failed that attempt already. "I ca mov." "And, I can't get up." I replied. "Why are you complaining?" "Cau i hur." We laid for a few minutes until I realized that today was Saturday. So the shop was closed for today and tomorrow. "Fine." I said. "You win." I crawled over to the bed and lay right next to Timothy and yes, I call by his full name sometimes. I saw him trying to move until a large crack! made me jump. Timothy sat up looking confused. "What was that?" I asked him. "I dunno but it hurt." He replied. At least I can understand a lot more clear than I did before. "Bloody hell." Timothy said. It was quite out as I stared out the window. I usually don't like doing that in front of people, but it's a habit. Winds are getting heavy as snow blast through the town. I went down stairs and put the kettle on. He followed me down in his human form humming a tune. "Tea?" "Precisely." He sat there fiddling his fingers on the table. His face was blank. "Hey." He jumped up when I said that. "Why don't ya tell me a bit about yourself mate. Y- You barely say anything about yourself w- while I'm around." It was freezing in here. "Well if you remember the first day I stayed here," He started. "You should've figured that I was made in Czechoslovakia by Milada and if you didn't know, Tina was my twin before, stuff happened." I remember him talking about Czechoslovakia before and Milada, but he never said that Tina was his sister. "What happened?" That was one thing that I would regret to ask in my life. He looked down at the the table. "The guy that I punched his lights out when you first saw me. He- he- killed........ her." He drew circles with his finger on the table, head down, crying. "My eye wasn't always like this." I said. He looked up. "When I was, perhaps 4, I was playing around my father's work desk. The desk had many clock parts, including clock hands. Since it looked like a sword I decided to play with it. But that was when my mum was goin' crazy. So when she saw me playing playing with it, she took it from me and threw it at me. That's when they had to take her away from us to keep us safe. Alice was at school at that time so Father and I kept a promise to never tell Alice what had happened that day." Our actual promise was to never tell anyone for that matter.
Tim's P.O.V.
He had gone through at least as much as I have. "You're lucky though." He whispered. "What do ya mean?" He looked at me with a stern face in his eye. Then he yelled, "At least you know what happened to her! I can't figure why in the hell he never came back or why I'm still living on god damn Earth!" "I'm lucky!?" I yelled back. "You still have a chance that your parents are still alive! Milada died because a German didn't like her and Tina died for no god damn reason! So after all that it's you who's lucky!" After a long silence, he finally sat down. I've been through a lot worse though. Imagine being the kid that was beat up every day because of size and had no ways of fighting. "You're the one who's lucky." I whispered. "I'm just a short dirty face kid that can't think straight." It was true. The memories that I had and how tiny I was created, my mind can't think right. That's one of the reasons I keep passing out. I'm always so dizzy like right now.