And then things got even weirder when both of them heard a familiar voice yelling at them from a distance. "Off with their heads!" It was the voice belonging to Sarah McMillan.
Jon turned and looked towards the horizon, where there was a sea of soldiers, all of them looking like giant playing cards. And at the head of the crowd was Sarah, dressed in a red dress.
"Sarah's the Red Queen?" Jon said, astonished. Although, maybe he shouldn't have been. If anyone should have been the Red Queen, it was Sarah McMillan. She was such a bitch.
"Jon, what's going on?" Alan asked. "How is any of this possible?"
