Part One
Since Alice has entered the Mad Hatter's life, he has had three sane thoughts.
One: I miss her.
Hatter sat at the tea table after he had just seen Alice disappear to Lomdumb or whatever it was called.
Mally and the Hare had noticed that Hatter seemed a little less mad since she left. Hare's solution was that he needed to throw more spoons at him, but Mally decided to try something else.
She scurried down the table to Hatter's chair, and placed a small paw on his bandaged hand.
"Hatter, what's wrong?" she said, softly.
Hatter ran his finger around the rim of his teacup, then sighed. "I miss her."
Two: I think I love her.
Hatter stood on the balcony of the White Queen's castle, leaning against the railing, a small tar rolling down his pale cheek.
Chessur floated by his shoulder, then meowed, "What's the matter, Hatter?"
Hatter whiped the tear from his cheek, then whimpered, "She thinks this is a dream. She doesn't remember me."
Another tear rolled down his cheek, but he ignored it. He said, "Chessur, I think I love her."
Hatter rested his face in his hands, and started to cry softly.
Three: I wish she had stayed.
Hatter stared at the spot where Alice had just disappeared. The mad thoughts in hs head whirled and whizzed, and sobbed.
He slipped his hand into his pocket, and felt the soft blue dress he had made for her. He pulled it out, and the soft powder blue glared at him, taunting him.
His eyes turned the same soft blue, then immediately teared up.
The White Queen placed her delicate hand on his shoulder, and cooed, "Tarrant, what's wrong?"
Hatter whiped his eyes, which were still powder blue, and said, "I wish she had stayed. I wish she had stayed in her Wonderland."
The White Queen slipped him a small vial, and said, "This will take you to her, Tarrant."