Beginnings
Hatter smiled brightly at the little thing at his table. Alice, she called herself. Well, this Alice certainly was interesting. Watching her, his eerie, gleaming eyes unfocused, thoughts and visions and words he'd yet to say, things this little girl had yet to do flashed across his mind, starbursts that burned and burst a thousand times in a single moment. Yes, quite interesting was this Alice. He hummed a little ditty, offered her some more tea. And this was only the beginning.