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Hatter stared at the water in front of the boat as is flew across the surface of the lake. His brain seemed to have stopped functioning. His eyes glazed over as he recalled memories so long forgotten.

A garden. A long table with a white cloth. Hundreds of teapots and cups to match. Mismatched chairs. A small, dark-haired man running around the table with a tray. A shorter man with rather large ears and a rabbit's nose. A tall white haired man with a wide bell top hat. Two children ran around yelling and having fun. The sons of the first two men.

"How is a raven like a writing desk, my son?" The white haired man asked him.

"I don't know father." He replied.

"Hatta! You know that there is no answer to that." The rabbit-nosed man insisted.

"Indeed?" He asked, glancing at his friend. He turned back to his son. "I dare you to find an answer.

"Where is the Casino?" Came a female voice. Hatter jerked out of his memory.

"What?" He asked her, confused.

"Where is the Casino?" She repeated, somewhat impatiently.

He sighed inside. "I've already told you. You can't negotiate with the Queen!" He glanced over at Alice's face, and saw a dejected look cross her lovely features. His heart thumped. "But," he began, "the white rabbit is a different kettle of onions." He paused, considering for a moment, then nodded slightly. "Perhaps he'll do a deal. It's a long shot." He acknowledged. "But it's the only on we've got."

There was a moments silence, and Hatter could feel Alice's gaze upon him. "We?" She asked, softly.

He stared forward, willing to keep his eyes from tearing up as the image of the man on the porch, flocked by the suits, kept playing over and over in his mind. He swallowed. "I don't know if you noticed, Alice. But my shop was ransacked. I'm..." He had a little trouble saying the word. "homeless. I'm a target, not only for the suits, but for the resistance as well, and there are only so many places in Wonderland I can hide.The way I see it, I've only got one option." Am I seriously considering going back with her? Yes. I am. He was slightly shocked. When did I reach that particular decision?

"Which is?" Alice prompted him.

"Go back with you. To your world." He glanced over at her and their eyes met. He had to look away quickly as his heart thumped again. Oh shut it you. He silently commanded himself. Now is not the time to become sentimental!

A loud whoosh of air sounded from above and behind them. They both looked back. Scarab. They must have had one waiting.

"Before we do anything, we have to shake that royal flush." Hatter said. He revved the boat's engine, and floored the gas pedal. The little boat took off, skipping across the water like a small stone.

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Hatter stared at the water in front of the boat as is flew across the surface of the lake. His brain seemed to have stopped functioning. His eyes glazed over as he recalled memories so long forgotten.

A garden. A long table with a white cloth. Hundreds of teapots and cups to match. Mismatched chairs. A small, dark-haired man running around the table with a tray. A shorter man with rather large ears and a rabbit's nose. A tall white haired man with a wide bell top hat. Two children ran around yelling and having fun. The sons of the first two men.

"How is a raven like a writing desk, my son?" The white haired man asked him.

"I don't know father." He replied.

"Hatta! You know that there is no answer to that." The rabbit-nosed man insisted.

"Indeed?" He asked, glancing at his friend. He turned back to his son. "I dare you to find an answer.

"Where is the Casino?" Came a female voice. Hatter jerked out of his memory.

"What?" He asked her, confused.

"Where is the Casino?" She repeated, somewhat impatiently.

He sighed inside. "I've already told you. You can't negotiate with the Queen!" He glanced over at Alice's face, and saw a dejected look cross her lovely features. His heart thumped. "But," he began, "the white rabbit is a different kettle of onions." He paused, considering for a moment, then nodded slightly. "Perhaps he'll do a deal. It's a long shot." He acknowledged. "But it's the only on we've got."

There was a moments silence, and Hatter could feel Alice's gaze upon him. "We?" She asked, softly.

He stared forward, willing to keep his eyes from tearing up as the image of the man on the porch, flocked by the suits, kept playing over and over in his mind. He swallowed. "I don't know if you noticed, Alice. But my shop was ransacked. I'm..." He had a little trouble saying the word. "homeless. I'm a target, not only for the suits, but for the resistance as well, and there are only so many places in Wonderland I can hide.The way I see it, I've only got one option." Am I seriously considering going back with her? Yes. I am. He was slightly shocked. When did I reach that particular decision?

"Which is?" Alice prompted him.

"Go back with you. To your world." He glanced over at her and their eyes met. He had to look away quickly as his heart thumped again. Oh shut it you. He silently commanded himself. Now is not the time to become sentimental!

A loud whoosh of air sounded from above and behind them. They both looked back. Scarab. They must have had one waiting.

"Before we do anything, we have to shake that royal flush." Hatter said. He revved the boat's engine, and floored the gas pedal. The little boat took off, skipping across the water like a small stone.