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Hatter started forward again.

"Hey! Hey!" A metallic sounding voice with a thick accent reached his ears. Why does that accent sound familiar? He wondered. Hatter stopped by the red telephone booth, keeping Alice behind him. There was a funny looking man up on the front porch, shaking a seemingly terrified man.

Hatter heard a soft gasp from behind him, and he glanced back to see Alice's eyes glued to the strange looking man on the porch. I know how you feel. He thought.

Hatter looked back up at the porch. "Look at me, did you see her? Heh? Ugh, get outta here!" Then the poor man screamed as he was thrown off the porch where he then rolled across the ground and over the ledge to meet his death below. The stranger turned around to interrogate another.

They're not leaving anytime soon. Hatter realized. He leaned his head back against the telephone booth and pounded his fists against the glass in frustration.

"Did you see her?" Came the metallic voice again. Hatter looked back up when another voice reached his ears.

"Wait. Wait, wait, wait." One of the suits began. "She told you she was Alice?" Hatter didn't recognize the suit, but he recognized the man he was speaking to. Damn you Ratty... He cursed silently.

"You work with rats long enough and you turn into one, eh?" Hatter commented.

"What is that?" Alice asked. Hatter assumed she was referring to the stranger.

"Nothin' i've ever seen before." Hatter said. But, the suit looked familiar. Like the accent, it seemed to stir up a memory. "Wait..." He squinted his eyes for a better look. "No, it can't be..." The stranger's head turned to look at him. Their eyes met. No, you're dead! I should know that better than anyone!

The stranger started towards them, descending the steps slowly, with very heavy footfalls.

"Sir?" Called one of the suits after him. Hatter nudged Alice, and he heard her retreat. He glanced back at the stranger one more time, then he followed her. "Sir! Suits!"

Hatter and Alice trotted away, trying to look nonchalant so that the suits would give up, but to no avail. Hatter paused after a few moments, and looked back. He heard Alice come up behind him.

"What?" She asked.

Hatter didn't answer her immediately. He stared at the corner they had come around a few seconds earlier. He heard the heavy footfalls coming closer. "We should run." He said, trying to keep calm. The strange man rounded the corner. "Run!" He pushed Alice forward, and they broke into a run. The strange man didn't change his pace. "Quickly!" Hatter said as he passed Alice. "Come on!" He turned a sharp corner and they ran down a dark corridor.

They emerged from the corridor, and Hatter paused, looking back. The heavy footfalls echoed through the hallway. "That way!" He pointed forwards, his eyes still glued on the exit of the corridor. He passed Alice again and led her over to a small dock where a little, nondescript motorboat was moored.

"Down here." He said, starting down the ramp. "My smuggling boat. Quickly!" He repeated as he climbed inside. He heard Alice clatter in behind him. He glanced up at the corridor exit, and saw the suits emerge, following the strange man.

Hatter yanked the pull chord on the boat's engine. Nothing happened. "Hang on," He rubbed his hands together. "There's a knack to this," He tried again. No dice. "Which apparently I've never learned. As he turned around to go to the front of the boat, he saw that Alice was already undoing the rope that was keeping them moored to the dock.

He sat down in the driver's seat and turned the key in the ignition. Nothing happened. He'd always left the key in it for moments like this. Ironically enough, this was the first time he'd ever been chased by the suits.

He slapped the dashboard a few times, trying to give the little boat some encouragement. "Come on!" He turned the key again.The boat's engine roared into life, and Hatter slammed his foot into the gas pedal. The boat jumped out into the middle of the river, and sped away out onto the lake.

How the hell is Mad March still alive? Hatter wondered. I cut his head off myself!

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Hatter started forward again.

"Hey! Hey!" A metallic sounding voice with a thick accent reached his ears. Why does that accent sound familiar? He wondered. Hatter stopped by the red telephone booth, keeping Alice behind him. There was a funny looking man up on the front porch, shaking a seemingly terrified man.

Hatter heard a soft gasp from behind him, and he glanced back to see Alice's eyes glued to the strange looking man on the porch. I know how you feel. He thought.

Hatter looked back up at the porch. "Look at me, did you see her? Heh? Ugh, get outta here!" Then the poor man screamed as he was thrown off the porch where he then rolled across the ground and over the ledge to meet his death below. The stranger turned around to interrogate another.

They're not leaving anytime soon. Hatter realized. He leaned his head back against the telephone booth and pounded his fists against the glass in frustration.

"Did you see her?" Came the metallic voice again. Hatter looked back up when another voice reached his ears.

"Wait. Wait, wait, wait." One of the suits began. "She told you she was Alice?" Hatter didn't recognize the suit, but he recognized the man he was speaking to. Damn you Ratty... He cursed silently.

"You work with rats long enough and you turn into one, eh?" Hatter commented.

"What is that?" Alice asked. Hatter assumed she was referring to the stranger.

"Nothin' i've ever seen before." Hatter said. But, the suit looked familiar. Like the accent, it seemed to stir up a memory. "Wait..." He squinted his eyes for a better look. "No, it can't be..." The stranger's head turned to look at him. Their eyes met. No, you're dead! I should know that better than anyone!

The stranger started towards them, descending the steps slowly, with very heavy footfalls.

"Sir?" Called one of the suits after him. Hatter nudged Alice, and he heard her retreat. He glanced back at the stranger one more time, then he followed her. "Sir! Suits!"

Hatter and Alice trotted away, trying to look nonchalant so that the suits would give up, but to no avail. Hatter paused after a few moments, and looked back. He heard Alice come up behind him.

"What?" She asked.

Hatter didn't answer her immediately. He stared at the corner they had come around a few seconds earlier. He heard the heavy footfalls coming closer. "We should run." He said, trying to keep calm. The strange man rounded the corner. "Run!" He pushed Alice forward, and they broke into a run. The strange man didn't change his pace. "Quickly!" Hatter said as he passed Alice. "Come on!" He turned a sharp corner and they ran down a dark corridor.

They emerged from the corridor, and Hatter paused, looking back. The heavy footfalls echoed through the hallway. "That way!" He pointed forwards, his eyes still glued on the exit of the corridor. He passed Alice again and led her over to a small dock where a little, nondescript motorboat was moored.

"Down here." He said, starting down the ramp. "My smuggling boat. Quickly!" He repeated as he climbed inside. He heard Alice clatter in behind him. He glanced up at the corridor exit, and saw the suits emerge, following the strange man.

Hatter yanked the pull chord on the boat's engine. Nothing happened. "Hang on," He rubbed his hands together. "There's a knack to this," He tried again. No dice. "Which apparently I've never learned. As he turned around to go to the front of the boat, he saw that Alice was already undoing the rope that was keeping them moored to the dock.

He sat down in the driver's seat and turned the key in the ignition. Nothing happened. He'd always left the key in it for moments like this. Ironically enough, this was the first time he'd ever been chased by the suits.

He slapped the dashboard a few times, trying to give the little boat some encouragement. "Come on!" He turned the key again.The boat's engine roared into life, and Hatter slammed his foot into the gas pedal. The boat jumped out into the middle of the river, and sped away out onto the lake.

How the hell is Mad March still alive? Hatter wondered. I cut his head off myself!