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Jessica's confusion was clear. Madigan thought she was a Knight, but she didnt deny it, if that got her closer to solving this she could play the part. As long as she didnt have to fight anyone. "Wonderland?" She shook her head, holding back a laugh. She knew of wonderland, but wasnt it only a story? A wonderous bed time story that over the many years became old and people forgot all about it, mainly because kids these days were more interested in story books that had blood and gore, rather then anythin else.

"My connection?" She thought for a moment, crossing her arms in slight exasperation as he was a little too close for personal comfort, though Jessica ignored the closeness for the moment not bothered by such trivial things. She didnt even know what the great imagination was, she didnt know how she could have a connection at all. But she noted that Madigan seemed to think of the imagination as a person, leading Jessica to beleive that she could easily get passed this. "Um. I was visited in a dream." She only half lied, she didnt think her dream the other night had anything to do with this imagination thing.

"Anyways, have you. . .Seen any people that look similar to me here? I mean." She paused to mentally slap herself, "Have you seen any kids, or perhaps older people." Jessica knew how ridiculous she sounded, and indeed, she was trying not to sound so, but it was hard to explain her situation, escpecially when her trust fell short in strangers. "Actually." She dug in her back pocket, closing a fist around a photograph that was old, and tearing a bit, but it would suffice.

"Have you seen this girl?" She asked, protruding the picture of a teenager, her hair hanging in brunette curls around her face, golden brown eyes glaring dangerously at the camera. The girl was one of the teenagers who had gone missing, but she did not elaborate on that fact.