AKA: What the heck was up with Jack's hair?

Jack's instructions upon leaving Wonderland were simple: directions to a set of public lockers in a subway station. The directions attached to the bag found inside those lockers were even more simple: enter the bathroom, sit down in a stall, and read the further instructions found in the envelope in the front compartment.

Then things began to get more complicated.

For starters, the toilet was disgusting, and after wiping the seat down half a dozen times with the tissue paper he was still loathe to sit down on the seat and sully his trousers. For seconds, once he had managed that, he had trouble finding the envelope with the instructions on it. And once he had found that, he had trouble trying to keep them all straight. The license in the wallet with his picture on it, for example, did not mean he should drive a car as was stated, but was rather to be used as a form of identification should the need arise. For transportation, he could take the subway, for which a metro card was provided, or a taxi, for which there was no card, but were bits of paper money. He could also use the plastic card marked 'Visa' for purchasing goods or services; he was not to confuse this with his visa, which went along with his passport in the job of assuring people that he was in this country legally. He had a cell phone, which came with its own booklet of hopelessly complex instructions, with which he could contact the Resistance or they could contact him. It was recommended that he not give his number out to just anyone, which was fortunate as he hadn't the slightest idea what it was. His apartment could be accessed with the key found dangling off the side of the wallet, next to the bit of plastic stamped with the Jack of Hearts. Jack rolled his eyes at that. Someone was having a bit of a laugh at his expense. He thought it might be the same person who decided that he should go by the name "Chase" in this world.

He sighed. Well, they'd certainly fulfilled their part of the bargain, whoever they were. He was out, out of Wonderland, out of the Court, out from underneath his mother's thumb. He was willing to give who had made that possible a chance to tease him from afar if that's what they wanted.

He was not, however, going to wear this hat for any prolonged length of time.

The instructions had explained that his hair was an unusual color for this world, which would make the job of anyone searching for him that much easier. He was advised to keep it covered, and provided with a bowler cap for just such a purpose. There was no getting around it; it looked ridiculous on him. Most hats did; he simply didn't have the right shaped head for anything that didn't come with an exceptionally large brim.

After several useless minutes spent fiddling with it in front of a looking glass- no, not a looking glass, a mirror- he sighed and gave it up as a bad job. He'd have to wear it for now, but as soon as he could, he was going to ditch it in favor of a more lasting solution. Oysters had potions to change to color of their hair, didn't they? He'd just have to use one of those. Anything, but this hat.