Me: Alice, will you do the disclaimer?
Alice: Of course. Camy does not own Alice in Wonderland.
Me: Thank you.
HPOV
I woke to the sound of Hare stuttering, only to look up and see her. She was Alice. She had to be. Why else did she glow with beauty and courage? I walked across the top of the table to see her. I knelt before her.
"It's you." I said.
"No it's not. Mc Twist brought us the wrong Alice!" Mally cried. Stupid dormouse.
"It's the wrong Alice!" March Hare screamed. No it's not.
"It's absolutely Alice. You're absolutely Alice. I'd know you anywhere." I turned back to the others. "I'd know him anywhere." They giggled. I grabbed her hand and pulled her up onto the table. "Well, as you can see we're still having tea. And it's all because I was obliged to kill time waiting for your return. You're terribly late you know. Naughty. Well anyway, time became quite offended and stopped altogether. Not a tick ever since." She sat down.
"Time can be funny in dreams." she said. Dreams?
"Yes, yes, of course. But you're back now, you see, and we need to get on with the Frabjous Day."
"Frabjous Day!" Mally and Hare cheered.
"I've been investigating things that begin with the letter 'M'" I told Alice I leaned a little closer and lowered my voice to a whisper. "Have you any idea why a raven is like a writing desk?" We all screamed in outlandish.
"Downal wyth Bluddy Behg Hid!" I covered my mouth, surprised at my own outburst.
"What?" Alice asked.
"Down with the bloody big head, the bloody big head being the Red Queen." Chessur said boredly while absentmindedly stirring his tea.
"Come, come. We simply must commence with the slaying and such. Therefore, it is high time to forgive and forget or forget and forgive whichever comes first or is, in any case, most convenient." I pulled out a pocket watch. "I'm waiting."
"Hey." Hare laughed, pulling out his own watch. "It's tick-tick… ticking again."
"All this talk of blood and slaying has put me off my tea." Chessur said. Something in the way he said that made my blood boil.
"Ah. The entire world is falling to ruin and poor Chessur's off his tea." I said irritably.
"What happened that day was not my fault." Oh no he didn't.
I inhaled sharply. "Oh dear." I heard Hare murmur as I stood.
"You ran out on them to save your own skin, you guddler's scuttish pilgar lickering shukm juggling sulking urpal bar lom muck egg brimni!"
"Hatter!" Mally's voice snapped me out of my strange state. I forced my voice to as normal a level as possible.
"Thank you." I croaked. I heard Hare meow at my outburst but I could care less. "I'm fine."
"What's wrong with you Tarrant? You used to be the life of the party. You used to do the best Futterwacken in all of Witzend." I smiled slightly at the memory.
"Futter what?" Alice asked.
"Futterwacken!" Hare yelled, hitting a spoon.
"It's a dance." Molly explained.
I walked toward my seat. "On the Frabjous day, when the White Queen once again wears the crown, on that day, I shall Futterwacken… vigorously." They laughed and cheered, until we heard a horse neigh.
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