What if only Alice and The Mad Hatter survived the war? What if Alice went back to her world and never came back?
Mad Hatter.
I sat down at the empty table with a blank expression. The table, as usual, was filled of multi coloured tea cups, oddly shaped neon colored potts, and many different kinds of desserts.
I sat my pocket watch on the table, and stared down at it.
Their Late... A voice whispered in my head.
The glass had a small crack in the middle, and the hands weren't moving. "Their not coming" I said, answering the voice in my head.
The afternoon was bright and beezy, with birds chirping happy notes and a rainbow shining across the sky. It was a happy day.
But why am I not happy?
I turned my attention to the steaming tea pott. I could smell the sweet minty fragrance as it steamed into my face. I glanced down to my empty cup and sighed.
I stood to my feet and turned my back on the table. "No tea today." I whispered, before walking away.
No more tea for anybody.