"Jerome, careful!" Jeremiah begged as he stumbled up the stairs, unable to keep up and his feet missing steps from their lack of co-ordination together. That and the way that Jerome was holding him was hurting like hell. Since when did his brother get so strong? He was solid muscle! Fantastic. Why were crazy people allowed to weightlift?!

The night air hit him right in the face and there he was, staring at the Mad Hatter of all people. "Oh God..."

"Is that your brother? Oh yes, of course, can't be any other. He's the spitting image of you. It's like you split in two!" Jervis giggled excitedly as he came closer to inspect Jeremiah. "Glasses - bad eyes? Not the best prize." Jerome was built of better stock for sure.