"Have you figured it out yet, Alice?" the Hatter asked curiously as they wondered through the forest.
Alice, surprised, questions, "Figured out what Hatter?"
Grinning wickedly, Hatter bends over and whispered in her ear "Tell me, how is a raven like a writing desk."
Laughing, Alice states, "Hatter, you should know by now that that silly riddle has no answer!"
"Oh but it does, it does, you silly girl, you just have to figure it out," Hatter giggled gleefully.
"Well I don't know the answer, and I don't find that riddle amusing anymore," Alice stubbornly insisted.
The Hatter stopped and looked her over before stating, "You have been to Wonderland three times now, talked to a smoking caterpillar, made friends with a vanishing cat, played tag with two twin boys who don't know right from left, grown bigger than a house, shrank smaller than a mouse, tamed the vicious bandersnatch, slayed the vicious jabberwocky, and brought an end to the rule of Queen Big Head and her one-eyed minion. But yet, you can't solve a little riddle, a simple, simple little riddle? You, my dear Alice, are losing you're touch, yes, yes, yes, you are..."
The Hatter continues to ramble on until Alice spoke up.
"Hatter!"
"Sorry."
Looking at him with worry, Alice observes, "You were rambling again. You seem to be doing that more and more lately. Is everything alright?"
Debating on how much he should tell her, Hatter sighed and admitted, "No, I'm not alright. I'm dying, and I need your help!"