雙語(yǔ)讀電影 《愛(ài)麗絲夢(mèng)游仙境-2》第09章 :遇見過(guò)去的你，后果將不堪設(shè)想。

“Wait! Come back!” Time shouted uselessly. He sank to his knees, head in his hands. 
Fuming silently beside him, the Red Queen glared at the spot where Alice had been. 
Time f?inally glanced up at her, then mumbled that he had to check on the Grand Clock and staggered away. 
Inside the main chamber, Time studied the clock. The pendulums were still swinging, gears still turning. But he could feel a difference in their movement. 
Iracebeth stalked in after him, her face a f?iery red. “Alice?” She shrieked. “The Alice? The very reason I have been banished from my kingdom? She was here and you didn’t think to tell me?” 
Time cringed away from the Red Queen. “I—I ... didn’t realize,” he stammered. 
“Idiot! Imbecile! You let Alice steal the Chronosphere!” She bellowed. 
“I told her she couldn’t have it,” he said desperately. “She doesn’t know what she’s done.” 
Letting out a squeal of anger, Iracebeth spun on her heel and stomped out of the chamber. She would have to come up with a new way to wreak vengeance on her sister and reclaim her rightful throne. 
Normally, Time had all the time in the world. But for once he didn’t have time to worry about his beloved. He felt a twinge in his chest. Time pulled open his vest and examined his heart clock; a small patch of rust had formed on the second hand. 
Time paled. “It’s happening already,” he gasped. “Without the Chronosphere, the Grand Clock will unwind! Time myself will stop!” 
He blinked rapidly, then shook his head. He could not let that happen. 
“Wilkins,” he called. “Get in here! We’ve got a Tempus Fugit to build.” 
Prompt as ever, the small foreman bustled up, carrying the spare clock parts and wood they would need to put together a basic time machine. 
In just one second—moving at warp speed as only Time could—they had f?it together metal gears, wooden bars, and a narrow platform. 
The wood groaned in protest as Time’s weight hit the platform. As Time pumped a lever, the air began to waver around him. 
“Now then, Wilkins!” Time barked. “You know how time works: goes forwards, not backwards, that sort of thing. Preferably in increments of one minute at a time.” 
“Yes, sir,” Wilkins said. “I think I have the hang of it, after inf?inity.” 
“You must keep the Grand Clock ticking at all costs,” Time continued. “Wish me luck, Wilkins. Now, where did that girl say she was heading?” 
Time tugged on a pulley and the Tempus Fugit popped out of sight. 
A ribbon of silvery light f?lowed around Alice and the Chronosphere, carrying them away from Time’s castle. 
Far below them, an ocean of moments swayed gently. 
With a light touch, she guided a lever forward, and the Chronosphere began to f?ly over the ocean. 
Satisf?ied she’d found the right direction, Alice moved onward. Next she saw the White Queen and her friends clustered sadly around the table outside Marmoreal Castle. A much smaller Alice dropped into their midst. 
The Chronosphere whirled along, taking Alice away from the scene and backward in time. As the images blurred beneath her, faces and events zipping by, Alice began to worry. How was she going to f?ind the right day? Then, on the horizon, she saw a f?lash of red and heard the nightmarish call of the Jabberwocky. 
“Horunvendush Day,” Alice whispered. It had to be. Tugging on a series of levers, Alice sent the Chronosphere diving toward the fateful day. When it hit the ground, Alice was tossed across the frame and out through the spinning rings. 
Pfft. Alice spat out a mouthful of grass and raised her head. The Chronosphere, back to its regular, palm-sized form, rested a few feet away. She quickly swiped it from the ground, tucked it back in her pocket, and sat up to look around. 
The remains of the Horunvendush f?ield lay before her, smoke curling up from the blackened fairground. A stinging, sulfuric odor hung over everything. Ten yards away, Alice spotted a tall top hat, the f?ibers of its brim burning with embers. It was a bad sign. The Jabberwocky had clearly already made its attack. 
Standing, she scanned the area for signs of life. Farther off, a f?igure with stooped shoulders was doing the same, his buoyant hair unmistakable. 
“Hatter?” Alice called. 
But the younger Hatter did not hear. He ran away, tears in his eyes, deaf to Alice’s cries. 
Dusting herself off, Alice walked to the center of the Horunvendush fairgrounds. They were completely abandoned, booths smoldering, the maypole cracked in half, and picnic tables f?lecked with ashes. 
Despair stabbed through Alice. There was no way the Hightopps could have survived. 
“Too late,” she said, her f?ingers clenching her skirt tightly. “I was too late!” 
Then Alice was focused on a wink of blue she’d just noticed amid the devastation. 
She picked her way to an old oak tree stump, and peered inside a round hollow. Nestled within was the small blue hat, its paper miraculouslyunburned and a bright pink feather on its side f?luttering cheerfully up at Alice. 
“The blue hat!” Alice cried. F?illed with renewed hope, she reached for it. 
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” a voice warned. 
Spinning, Alice saw Absolem, back in caterpillar form, lounging in a nearby tree. 
“Absolem! You’re the old you,” she said. 
“I’m always the old me,” the Caterpillar replied haughtily. He gestured at the hat. “Wasn’t this all explained to you before?” 
Alice stood up and crossed to his tree. “I’ll come back to Horunvendush Day once more and try again,” she said. 
Absolem sighed crossly and glared at her. “You can only visit each day once,” he recited. “The consequences of seeing yourself would be catastrophic.” 
Her eyebrows furrowed, Alice pulled the Chronosphere from her pocket and studied it. “I could just go back to yesterday or the day before that and tell them not to come here at all.” 
“I fear, Alice, that you are failing to grasp the principles to which I am so assiduously alluding,” Absolem said, his nose crinkling upward. 
Before he could explain—if he would have chosen to at all, that is—an almighty sound ruptured the air. Alice’s head snapped up and she saw a jagged tear appear in the sky. A wooden contraption f?lew through, Time at the helm. 
Letting out a shout of outrage when he saw her, Time piloted his machine toward Alice. 
“Give me what is mine!” he bellowed. “You have no conception of that in which you dabble!” 
“Oh, dear,” Absolem said f?latly. “You seem to have upset somebody. You should probably go now.” 
Absolem was right: if she wanted another chance at saving the Hightopps, she had to get away from Time. She f?lung the Chronosphere to the ground and leapt inside as soon as it expanded. With just a few tugs, she drove the Chronosphere up, up, up, and away. 

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