Jervis Tetch sat in his cell and stared at the scenes playing out before him. The walrus and the carpenter paced over the sandy beach searching for little clams. A white rabbit hurried past him, checking its pocket watch and tutting over its own lateness. Alice sat down next to him and offered him tea which he graciously accepted. As she put her head on his shoulder, he knew there was nowhere else he wanted to be. Blissful, in his drug-induced stupor, he left Arkham behind and joined the endless dance in Wonderland. Gotham was only a bad fading dream.