Many thanks to you lovely readers for your encouragement, I'm glad you're all enjoying this as much as I am. If there's something you'd like to see added into this little epic just let me know. But enough about me, what of Alice and her Hatter? Enjoy. xo T85


If Alice had thought herself displeased after her failed reunion with the Hatter, then after a fruitless afternoon within Marmoreal's somewhat more sentient hedge mazes in search of its Queen, she'd found herself well and truly beyond ropeable and fast approaching livid by the time she stumbled out of the foliage with a few choice words directed at the decidedly more handsy shrubs.

"Do you mind?" She glared at a particularly offensive Leylandii, snatching back her shirt sleeve and readjusting her coat as she turned smartly on her heels to storm towards the castle proper. Any further attempts to smooth down her disheveled mop of hair immediately followed by a muttered litany of curses that would have no doubt made even the hardest of seafaring men blush as she pulled thorn and twig from its unruly curls.

Aggravated and ultimately approaching exhaustion it was a testament to her finely honed reflexes gained through years at sea, that in spite of her distraction upon entering the familiar corridor towards Thackery's kitchen she'd not found herself on the ground, but rather only face first in someone, or some things, decidedly furry hide as they lumbered around a corner.

"Oh, I do beg pardon-" Her eyes widened at the giant slobbering face that suddenly turned to grin rather stupidly down at her, "Bandy?"

She'd also thanked the aforementioned reflexes for having the sense to close her mouth as the creature bellowed loudly in greeting before bestowing a decidedly wet lick to the side of her face.

"Well hello to you too." She chuckled fondly as she wiped a dollop of drool from her jacket.

"Alice?" A small voice queried.

"Mallymkun?" Her tiny head poked around the door jamb just ahead a second later.

"Oh it is you, ya great lump!" She enthused, scuttling across the floor to clamber up Alice's trouser leg and into her waiting palms, "Thank the gods ya back."

Clinging to her thumb, the small creature's mood shifted abruptly as she straightened her spine and crossed her tiny arms with a huff. "Certainly took ya time mind."

"Not by choice Mally." Alice disagreed, watching the mouse's tiny whiskers twitch as she scented something no doubt familiar in the air about her.

"You've been ta see im' already then?"

"Yes." Alice felt herself deflate ever so slightly in recollection.

"Ain't pretty is it?" She agreed with a shake of her head, her beady little eyes widening at the scar she'd almost trod on across her much larger palm, "So you're stayin' then? For good?"

Alice nodded, a soft smile curling her lip, "I hope that's alright?"

"Din' wan' ya ta go in the first place." She muttered into her tunic.

"Nor did I." Alice offered in apology, "But I couldn't stay, not then."

"Betta' late than never I 'spose." Mally conceded with an appeased curl of her lip as she jumped the distance to her shoulder. A rather distinct tail choosing that particular moment to unfurl between them.

"Hello Chess." Alice grinned, the rest of its owner suddenly evaporating into existence somewhere in the vicinity of her unkempt head as he twisted upside down to face them.

"It's good to have you home luv." He purred, nuzzling her cheek as he made himself comfortable atop her shoulder not occupied by small marsupial.

"It's good to be home."

"We've all missed you terribly you know." He bid, flipping to offer his belly for scratching.

"And I you," Alice chuckled more than happy to comply, "Very much so."

Her smile slipped and her fingers stilled though as her thoughts returned to the absent Hatter.

"But I'd be lying if I said my homecoming was everything I might have hoped for."

"It's all er' fault ya know," Mally groused, "Din' like er' the moment I laid eye on er'."

"By her I assume you're referring to the soon to be Mistress of Hatter House." Alice felt her lip want to curl in distain for this person she'd not even had the opportunity to meet yet and felt even worse for the seemingly uncontrollable slight.

"Yea," Mally scuffed her foot irritably against the seam of Alice's jacket, "Her."

"A most unfortunate circumstance indeed." Chessur agreed.

"Mores the pity," Alice muttered, "Part of me was hoping she might have just been a figment of his imagination."

"I wish," The dormouse snorted, "Not that he's got much o' that left to im' now anyways."

"Yes I'd noticed that too." She agreed, "Though I have to ask, do you have any actual proof of any wrong doing on her behalf? This woman-"

"Keres." The Cheshire supplied, earning himself a sneer from Mallymkun.

"Keres," Alice acknowledged, the name tasting distinctly bitter as it rolled off her tongue, "Has anyone bore witness to any malicious intent? Something that might cause you to fear for the Hatter's safety aside from a general dislike of his current life choices?"

"Ya mean other than the obvious?" Mally drawled.

"This isn't the first time Tarrant has faded." Alice chastised gently.

"While the timing of Tarrant's most recently accelerated decline correlates almost exactly with the beginning of their most unfortunate association," Chessur sniffed, "Anything further than that I'm afraid I wouldn't know. I've not been permitted to visit for so much as tea in longer than I can remember. Not much of a cat person as it were."

"Nor dog, hare, mouse or Bandersnatch," Mallymkun added quite insulted, "Not even the Tweedles bother ta visit anymore while she's there."

"But that's not right," Alice gaped incredulously. "You're his friends!"

"Sometimes I wonder." Chess sighed.

"This is just wrong, all of it." Alice was convinced and if possible even more outraged on their behalf then they seemed to be.

"O' course it is," Mally scoffed, "But truth be told this goes back further an' jus her."

"What do you mean?"

"He ain't been proper right since the first time you left."

"What?" Alice felt her brows take root in her hair at her admission.

"Oh he's atta' enough for the rest of em' o' course," She sniffed, "But me an Thackery know betta' than most, weren't them sat stuck at tea time wi' im' all those years waitin' for ya ta come back were it."

"You were stuck at Thackery's tea table," Alice gaped, "Because of me?"

"Well it weren't fo' shits n giggles tha's for sure."

"What happened?"

"From what we can gather," Chessur supplied, "Your sojourn through time to save the Hightopp clan."

"We got a bit carried away when he come lookin' for ya," Mally admitted, "We were young an' daft, din mean anythin' by it."

"But Time took offense?" Alice surmised.

"The first time yea," She agreed, "The second though was like the 'atta said."

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...

"Oh he didn't?!"

"Fraid so," Mally shook her head, "I'd never known a man since tha' could wield a claymore like he did the day he summoned it, right out o' the air he did. But that's wha' ya get. Horunvendush Day changed im', he weren't the same man wha' you met at Mirana's comin' o' age. He grew up. We all did."

"How many years?"

"Don't really know," She offered with a shrug, "An' since none of us seemed ta age trapped in eternity we'd no real means o' countin' it did we?"

"Outside of Thackery's tea table then," Alice turned her gaze on Chessur, "How long did he wait until I returned Gribling Day?"

"Are you sure you really want to-"

Her eyes narrowed in warning, "Chessur."

"Just over a decade in total-"

"Ten years," Alice hissed, "You spent ten years waiting on me?"

Mally shrugged indifferently, "Was worth it in the end weren't it."

"No wonder you hated me." Alice scoffed, "I destroyed your lives."

"I never hated ya, was a little jealous maybe-" Mally replied with a quirk of her tiny lip, "But it don' really matter now though does it?"

"I guess not, but still," Alice shook her head, "All that time spent waiting and I just – left."

"Like ya said though," Mallymkun reminded her gently, "Ya couldn't stay then, not til now."

Alice nodded her albeit reluctant agreement. "Then tell me, according to your reckoning, how long has it been since the Hatter was last his right-proper self?"

"Not since ya guzzled tha' stinkin' Jabberwock blood," The small mouse shook her head miserably, "Was like ya took a part o' im' with ya when ya left he never quite got back."

Observing the small creature's pained expression not so dissimilar to the oft observed reflection upon her own face whenever she'd though of all she'd left behind and her eyes suddenly widened in realization.

"Oh Mally," Alice murmured, "Not you too?"

"Some things they say jus' can't be 'elped," She offered with a bitter scoff, "But I'm not so daft as ta think anyone else but you could ever put the Hatta' back together right an' proper."

Her sigh was weary, "I jus' want im' ta be 'appy an' imself again."

"Me too," Alice nodded in understanding. "Mind I'd not realized he'd not been entirely himself for quite so long. Though I'll admit I wasn't convinced myself that he'd been completely restored after the whole Chronosphere incident. I mean he was him, I'd know him anywhere, but he'd still appeared a tad-"

"Daft?" Chess offered with an exaggerated tilt of his head. "Dottery?"

"Off, yes" Alice agreed with a sigh.

"An' it's cause he's bewitched I'm tellin' ya." Mally growled, tugging at a stray strand of Alice's hair as it fluttered in the breeze, "The real question now o'course; is what do ya intend ta do abou' it now ya here?"

"Indeed," Alice agreed whole-heartedly, "Something must be done there is no doubt in my mind."

"We are of course entirely in agreeance," Mirana urged, suddenly appearing from a darkened archway just along the corridor. "If there is indeed a plan, then we're all ears."

"Clearly," Alice quipped with an amused quirk of her brow. "I've been trying to find you all blessed afternoon you realize?"

"Yes, I know," She gestured to Tyva as she joined them at her side, "I was informed of your intent but I found myself otherwise detained by affairs of state. Or rather the state of a decidedly specific affair and how we might seek an injunction in delaying tomorrow's seemingly inevitable proceedings."

"Any luck?" Alice raised a hopeful brow.

"None as yet, no." Mirana shook her head somewhat dejectedly with Tyva wearing much the same expression as she glanced up to meet her gaze.

"But you're the Queen?" Alice objected, "And the Hatter is far from being right enough in mind to be making such a decision, as slurvish as it sounds I know, but I wouldn't object so much if he struck me as a man in love but-"

"He does not, no I quite agree," She nodded, "Tyva has indeed felt his confliction many times over the past months, hence her willingness in aiding us bring you home might you see him put to rights once again."

Alice felt her eyes widen as a sudden thought occurred to her, "You're not able to read minds are you?"

A little belatedly she considered the rather awkward situation that might result if the woman were to be privy to the many thoughts that might be floating about her head at any given moment, least of all any and all she might have been entertaining involving her son.

"Nothing quite so intimate, no," Tyva offered with a little too knowing a smile for Alice's liking, "All Hightopp's share an awareness of feeling and general proximity, as you no doubt had already surmised."

"I had, yes," She scowled, "For all the good it did me."

"Best keep your thoughts in check luv." Chessur chuckled knowingly into her collar, his tail flicking in amusement as she visibly bristled.

"Hush you." She blushed, eyes narrowing in warning at the implication, the burn that resulted behind them once again causing the abrupt cessation of his purr as he stilled against her.

"Curious." Mirana remarked, cocking her head intrigued. "You're manifesting much faster than I'd anticipated."

"Never mind that now," Mally interjected, "What's ta be done about the Hatta?"

"What indeed," Alice mused with a decisive nod. "Something must be done that is for certain but how to go about it alludes me as yet. I feel though in light of your concerns as to his betrothed's intentions that it might be best Mally if perhaps you and Chess venture in to Trotter's Bottom to keep an eye on them."

"Yes, please do," Mirana agreed, "Bayard will no doubt appreciate the reprieve and perhaps be more forthcoming with any further pertinent information. Especially now we're so close to the ceremony itself."

"Right then," Mally agreed, using Chessur's tale to swing herself up onto the Bandersnatch who stood at the ready, "You with me Chess?"

"Of course." He disappeared into thin air to reappear beside her.

"Anything out of the ordinary you understand," Alice bid Mallymkun, "Or rather what now might seem more ordinary than his usual madness."

"Got it." Mally turned the Bandersnatch towards the exit as Alice shot the Cheshire a knowing glance.

"Don't let her see you, find out whatever you can but don't put yourself in any unnecessary danger you hear me? I have a bad feeling about this already, let's not take any chances."

"Very well." He vanished after Mallymkun, Alice turning to address Tyva.

"This confliction you spoke of," Alice bid gently, "Tell me, when he's near, what is it you feel?"

"A hole," The woman murmured sadly. "As if in place of what was once filled with so much life and love lies an emptiness like none I've ever known in another of my clan."

"Yes, I believe I've felt it too," Alice nodded in agreement, "And as presumptuous as it might seem I was sure, almost positive in fact, that he felt at least some semblance of what I did, do feel, for him."

"Oh he does, Alice," Tyva reached out to suddenly clutch at her hand, "There is not a single doubt in my mind when I recall the occasions he's spoken of you, all the adventures he'd hoped you might one day share when you'd finally be done in your own world and come home."

"He spoke of us?" Alice whispered, "Together?"

"Hightopp's have quite specific requirements that must be met if a true partnership has any hopes of being successful," Tyva supplied, "A balance achieved between two minds which is most definitely lacking in Tarrant's current entanglement and more than apparent in the ties that bind you and he even if only partially intact."

"Then am I the one who's done this to him?" She whispered forlornly, "Destroyed him in my neglect and in delaying my return I've not only lost him to another that might wish him harm, but caused his madness and everything that made him uniquely him to be stripped away?"

"You did not do this to him," Tyva grasped her shoulders with a firm shake, "You are and have always been his champion Alice. Don't you dare give up on him when hope still remains."

Alice felt the skin around her eyes tighten and her iris burn at the implication, her lip curling into a sneer not necessarily directed towards Tyva herself.

"I would never give him up without a fight."

"Nor would I," The Hightopp agreed adamantly, "Now tell me exactly how you intend to restore my son?"

"None of the plans I've ever come up with have even been remotely exact," Alice snorted, her fingers twitching as she gazed down at the cut upon her palm with a sigh, "Though I will see the Hatter's right-proper-mad-self restored even if I have to go in after his lost memories and force their return myself."

Tyva looked faintly alarmed, "Your current binding doesn't quite work like that I'm afraid."

"No, I'd assumed as much," Alice murmured deep in thought, "Though I hadn't meant it literally. Merely venting my frustrations at a decidedly impossible task."

"Ah but you forget dear Alice," Mirana twittered excitedly, "This is Underland."

"It is," She agreed, "No doubt you'll be ever so pleased to inform me of what I've missed this time?"

"Well where else in all the worlds might you expect to find a being capable of the very thing you wish to achieve?"

"What?" Alice gaped somewhat horrified, "You're serious? There's a being here in Underland that can literally go into another person's mind?"

"Not here per say," Mirana amended with a slight scowl, "And don't look at me like that young lady, you were perfectly fine with a Hightopp flitting about your head. Two in fact."

"Shared feelings and emotions are quite different than having the ability to mess with people's minds."

"Oh piffle," Mirana waved her off, lifting her skirts and meandering her way towards the foyer and the grand staircase set in its centre, "Morpheus has been doing just that since the dawn of Time himself and none such concerns have ever arisen over his conduct."

"Morpheus?" Alice gaped incredulously as she followed along after her, "As in the Lord of Dreams? The Sandman himself?"

"Yes of course," The Queen agreed as if it were obvious, sweeping up the incline with a flourish of her pale hand, "His brother Time you've already met, though I must say not all of their ilk are suitably behaved enough for an invite to tea, but generally a quite insightful and somewhat entertaining lot I'll admit."

"Quite good in a bind too as it happens." She added as an afterthought as she took off down a corridor to another set of stairs.

"You'd best be implying you've a portal to his realm hidden away somewhere in Marmoreal too then." Alice warned, taking two steps at a time to try and keep up with the woman who seemed to glide effortlessly just about everywhere.

"Not this time I'm afraid," Mirana shook her head, suddenly pausing before a rather large set of double doors at the very top of the stair, "There is only one way to get to the land of Dreams without the assistance of the man himself."

"Oh?" Alice raised a brow in query, "And how might that be then?"

"Why you must fly of course." Mirana pushed through the heavy laden wood to reveal the most resplendent and uninterrupted view afforded by Marmoreal's highest balcony.

"Fly?" Alice managed to blanch only slightly at the impressive drop to the grounds below, Tyva however remaining stoically by the doors with a faintly ill expression, "But how?"

"Well, that all depends." The Queen mused, a delicate hand tucked under her chin in thought as Alice stepped back from the edge to regard her cautiously.

"On what?"

"Not what my dear, whom," She corrected, gesturing to the overly large ornate horn set into the side of the balustrade, "There are many creatures in Underland whom might bare you. Which of them will respond to the summons however, is entirely dependent upon you."

Alice felt her mouth open to interject, but considering the Queens current penchant to talk her in circles she thought better on in it and merely shifted to stand before the great instrument with a shrug of her shoulders.

"Very well then, if that is how it must be done."

"It is." Mirana smiled encouragingly, "You're learning."

"I suppose I have always wondered what it might be like to fly." Alice muttered more to herself as she took another glance over the side of the balcony.

"Then by all means," Mirana stepped away to give her space, "Summon your stead."

"Summon my stead indeed."

The unintentional rhyme made her lip quirk and ultimately solidified her resolve. It might not have been her intention to seek out a means of actually going inside the Hatter's mind in an attempt to restore him, but while the possibility existed Alice was determined to see it through to which ever ends it might bare.

With that sole thought in mind, tentatively she laid her fingers against the cool metal of the pipe, her lips pressed to the mouthpiece as she pulled in a deep lungful of air and released it gently into the chamber. The resulting sound nothing at all like she had been expecting.

The tone was warm, deep and melodic like the soothing hum of a mother's lullaby, yet strong and commanding in its pitch and clarity as it rung out across Underland. The entire world falling suddenly silent in wait of the response.

When Time moved forward however to no avail Alice turned to the Queen about to enquire on their next course of action when the woman hushed her with a finger to her dark lips.

"Shush," Mirana breathed in bemused fascination, "Here he comes."

"Who?" Alice narrowed her eyes as Mirana gestured gracefully towards the flicker of silver white on the horizon, the creature immense in size no doubt that so much of it should be visible from such a great distance. "What on Earth did I summon?"

"Nothing from your Earth that is for certain," Mirana's lip curled into a knowing smirk. "Though I believe you are both already quite well acquainted."

Despite her confusion Alice marveled as the great mass approached at a tremendous speed, circling Marmoreal's parapets before it swooped in low, its great wings creating a torrent that threatened to send the three women flying off the edge of the balcony as it sought its perch.

When the creature had finally seemed to settle before her Alice removed her arm that had shielded it from view, her eyes widening in disbelief as she gazed up at the great silver dragon and the decidedly familiar face it bore despite her having removed it once upon a time.

"You?" She gaped incredulously. "But how? I-"

"Removed my head?" The Jabberwock offered, tucking away his expansive wings and curling his long neck about so that his face came level with her.

"Well, yes," Alice startled, her curiosity and apprehension doing battle with each other, "You're not going to, you know, eat me or anything? Are you?"

"There are a great many in this world whom you should heed warily girl," His now vibrant purple eyes danced with amusement as he chuckled, the image of him before her now so very far removed from the creature she'd slain on the battlefield Frabjous Day, "I however, am not one of them. Far from it in fact."

"But I don't understand?" She frowned, "I killed you."

"You freed me," He corrected with a tilt of his giant head, "And as such, it will be my privilege to repay that debt, such as it is, and bare you to whichever ends you might deem necessary."

"Dear Emrys," Mirana bid as she stepped forward to stroke the creature's cheek, "Alice seeks an audience with Dream himself. I believe his Palace will therefore be the only ends she shall require for the moment."

"The Palace of Dreams…" Alice agreed, her brow furrowing at a memory that flickered at the very edges of her awareness.

"Alice?" Tyva ventured, finally stepping away from the safety of the doorway to place a hand on her shoulder. "Alice, what is it?"

"Forgive me," She shook herself off, "I found myself suddenly miles away."

The elder woman's brow furrowed in concern, "What were you thinking of just now?"

"The Palace of Dreams," She replied absently, "It's the strangest thing. I feel as if I've forgotten something important. A memory I can't quite seem to place."

"Then might I suggest a stroll through the gardens before you return?" Mirana suggested as she polished the great dragon's silver scales much to his delight, "I hear they're quite lovely this time of year, though personally I find the winter months much more appealing."

"Dream has a garden?" Alice raised a questioning brow.

"Well obviously," Mirana frowned, lifting her gaze over the Jabberwock's neck, "Where else did you assume Memory dwelt?"

"The gardens of memory," Alice breathed, the very same feeling she'd been missing something once again swatting at the edges of her mind, "I should have realized Memory would be an actual person, this is Underland after all."

She returned her attention to the Queen.

"And so for posterities sake let me make sure I have this correct lest I cause any further offense to yet another omnipotent being with my blatant ignorance."

Mirana grinned knowingly as the Jabberwocky snorted in amusement.

"So if Time and Dream are brothers as you'd mentioned earlier," Mirana beamed in encouragement. "Then Memory is therefore also related, how exactly?"

"A most beloved little sister," The Queen supplied with a flourish of her pale hand, "Though she does detest it so when they baby her. And at several hundred millennia I can understand her ire completely."

"Understandable no doubt." Alice agreed, a rumbling from the darkening skies above redirecting their attention to the pending sunset and the storm approaching from Queast.

"Best not to dally," The Jabberwock bid, "It would be unwise to risk passing into dreams domain unprotected after nightfall."

"Agreed." Mirana nodded, shifting as the beast moved to allow Alice better access to his broad shoulders.

"Why should it matter though what time we arrive?" Alice queried, flanking a hand down Emrys side as one would a horse before finding purchase on his haunch and hauling herself up over his neck.

"The Realm of Dreams knows more than one master dear Alice," Mirana warned, "And in light of our fast approaching deadline, I fear it would not bode well for our cause should you delay in seeking Morpheus' aid post haste."

Alice nodded, "Then I have the utmost faith Emrys will bare me where I need be in time." The beast himself seeming to preen at the praise as he lifted onto his feet in preparation of their departure.

"Alright then," Alice breathed, checking off her list of impossibilities, "Go to dreamland, find Dream himself, beseech him or his sister restore the Hatter's memories, or if not, impart a means by which it might be done so our dear friend can be returned to himself and things can go back to how they should be."

"Don't forget the wedding." Mirana added.

"Oh there'll be no wedding," Alice assured her, her eyes shifting darkly as her iris flashed, "Not if I have anything to say about it. The Hatter would never abandon his friends for the sake of a woman no matter who she was. And when I find out her true intentions she should be warned, hell hath no fury the likes of me if I find out she's been tampering with my milliner."

A surge of both pride and fear settled through her as she turned her gaze to Tyva, the pain in the woman's bottle green eyes softening her own determined expression into a small smile.

"I'm going to bring him back to you Tyva, I promise."

"I want you both to come back to me," The Hightopp corrected with a stern raise of her brow. "Am I understood?"

"Aye Ma'am," She nodded, "Loud and clear."

"Good luck then Alice." She bid as the Jabberwock shifted ever closer to the ledge.

"Time to go Emrys." Alice locked knee and arm around the dragon's neck.

"With pleasure," He smirked, "Hold on tight little one."

She'd been about to object to the endearment when he suddenly tipped forward off the parapet, the two of them dropping like a deadweight down the side of the tower and Alice was unsure as to whether she'd prefer to laugh or cry as the ground rushed up to meet them.

It was elation she decided however when his great wings spanned out just shy of the castle green, those of Mirana's court gathered to watch the spectacle gasping in fright as he swooped upwards and she cackled with glee.

"You approve then?" He queried over the rush of the wind.

"Oh Emrys," She gushed, gazing down with wide wondrous eyes at the world below, "I do believe I could become quite fond of flying indeed."

Alice felt his responding chuckle rumble through him as he dipped and curled through the endless sky, the meadows and mountains below seeming so very small as they passed. Marmoreal, Tulgey Wood, Witzend and Salazen Grum all teeming with renewed life so long now after the plague that was the Bloody Red Queens reign.

She made a mental note to ask Mirana whatever became of her sister after their last adventure as she observed the tiny ships waiting in port upon the Crimson Sea. They made her smile at the prospect of perhaps one-day setting sail to discover what other surprises Wonderland might have in store for her once she was done restoring her dearest friend. And then only if he'd agree to accompany her on said adventures of course, for what was an Alice in Wonderland without her Hatter?

The answer, she feared, being far too similar to what he had become in her absence already. The hollowed out shell she recalled only all too well being before she'd returned to him and he'd restored her muchness. Or rather showed her what it was to be the muchier Alice he'd always known her to be.

Her mood sullied further at the prospect despite the thrill of their turn skyward, her thoughts fixating on Mallymkun's words on the prolonged length of her Hatter's absence from himself as they spiraled higher and higher into the expanse of pristine white cloud that concealed the upper realms and she prayed to any deities willing to listen that this venture not be in vain. That she'd not let him down again, and that finally she might be able to restore him for good this time.

With a surge of his monstrous wings Emrys breached the cloud bank, a thin sheen of moisture clinging to them both as they circled round towards their destination and once again Alice found herself in complete awe at the vision she beheld.

"Oh," She breathed, "We're here."

"Indeed we are," Emrys bid reverently, "Welcome little Champion, to the Realm of Dreams."


Yay! We're finally making progress! Bring on the Realm of Dreams! Until then...Fairfarren.