The Host Club had an odd way at times of making you feel like you'd left reality and travelled straight into another world. The world was quite a bit like your standard reality and yet it was fantastic and unbelievable all at once. It was like you were Alice, only you'd passed through a door instead of going down a rabbit hole or through a looking glass. You'd shrunk and grew, changed shape and form at least a dozen different times and a dozen different ways. You'd held grand intellectual debates with the Caterpillar and you'd frolicked with the Cheshire Cat. You'd attended wonderful tea parties with the Mad Hatter and his companions…but you still hadn't braved the Red Queen yet, the Queen of Hearts who was in fact a 'King of Hearts'- of your heart though you weren't at all willing to relinquish it. With his devious smirk and cool way of handling everything you couldn't trust him…but then again, didn't every fairy-tale world need a villain?
