The Mad Hatter's shoes echoed on the waxed floors beneath his feet. In fact, the only other sounds were the Hatter's chuckles and the constant sliding of the burlap sack he was lugging.
"TwInKle, tWiNkLe, LiTtLe BaT! hOw i WoNdEr wHaT yOu'Re aT!" he sang almost merrily as he pulled the bag into one of the rooms on the side of the hall. He neared one of the desks in this classroom and opened the sack. "Are you ready for your big day, my dear?"
The woman inside the sack opened her eyes groggily. She looked as if she was having trouble keeping them open.
"The drugs will wear off soon, my dear sweet Alice. Luckily, I don't need you to say anything. I can get started without your help."
Her eyes opened a bit again, but only just for a while. The Mad Hatter poked her, and she moaned slightly. She was awake, and she apparently could sense feeling. It was only her motor skills that seemed to be affected by the drugs. He picked her body up from the floor and laid her across the desk that he had dragged her.
"Let me ask you a riddle, my dear Alice. I know you'll love it," he said as he removed a small woodcarving knife from his coat pocket.