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Hatter stared at the water in front of the boat as is flew across the surface of the lake. His brain seemed to have stopped functioning. His eyes glazed over as he recalled memories so long forgotten.
A garden. A long table with a white cloth. Hundreds of teapots and cups to match. Mismatched chairs. A small, dark-haired man running around the table with a tray. A shorter man with rather large ears and a rabbit's nose. A tall white haired man with a wide bell top hat. Two children ran around yelling and having fun. The sons of the first two men.
"How is a raven like a writing desk, my son?" The white haired man asked him.
"I don't know father." He replied.
"Hatta! You know that there is no answer to that." The rabbit-nosed man insisted.
"Indeed?" He asked, glancing at his friend. He turned back to his son. "I dare you to find an answer.
"Where is the Casino?" Came a female voice. Hatter jerked out of his memory.
"What?" He asked her, confused.
"Where is the Casino?" S
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"Where exactly are we going?" Alice questioned him.
Hatter pointed ahead of him. "The shore." He said.
Within moments, they reached the shore of the lake. It was thickly wooded and it would be impossible for the Suits to find them. That psycho with the ceramic head? Well, if he was indeed who Hatter thought he was, it could be possible.
When they were under the shade and cover of the trees, Hatter drove the boat a little further down shore. They won't find it immediately, at least. He reasoned.
He turned the boat off, and climbed out. He held out his hand and helped Alice out as well. Then he looked around. There were some branches laying around, and he had an idea.
"Wait a moment, Alice." Hatter said. "I'm gonna hide the boat." He covered the boat with the fallen branches, trying to conceal the dark wood as much as possible. When he was satisfied, he turned back to Alice.
She was frozen in one spot, listening intently to the forest. What is it now? Don't tell me that she's a
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Man that thing's ugly. Hatter thought. Neither he nor Alice moved for a few moments. Why are we still standing here? "Run." He suggested to Alice, forcing himself to be calm. He started off to his left, and heard Alice's running footsteps behind him.
The Jabberwocky roared again, and Hatter smiled to himself. My plan is working! He congratulated himself. he ran for a few more yards before he realized that he couldn't hear Alice or the Jabberwocky behind him. What the- He looked back over his shoulder, and saw Alice weaving between the trees, running in the opposite direction, the Jabberwocky hot on her tail.
"Not that way!" He said exasperated. "Alice!" Before he could think about what he was doing, he ran after them. Every now and then the Jabberwocky would roar.
They went on like this for at least a mile. Hatter's mind blank with panic and fear for Alice's life. He didn't seem to be gaining on them, but he wasn't really falling behind either.
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Alice and Hatter looked up. An ancient man stood above them. He was dressed in what once was a shining suit of armor. He was completely covered in the rusting metal except for his face, which sported a long white goatee and mustache.
"Saboteurs!" He accused them as they propped themselves up on their elbows to get a better look at him. You have got to be kidding me... Hatter thought to himself. "I was this close!" He held his hands a few inches apart from each other to show the distance. Sure you were old man. "This close!" He repeated. He returned his hands to his sides. "Degenerate bagheads!"
Hatter shook his head, and slowly pulled himself to his feet, testing to see if anything was broken while trying to ignore the lunatic that was ranting above them. He pulled Alice to her feet. They looked around. There was a long root that dangled into the pit on the far side. He indicated it to Alice, who nodded. They soon found themselves out of the pit, and looking it at the tin
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"Sir Charles Eustace Fotheringhay Le Malvoy the Third." He said proudly, his chin held high. Very high in fact. It's a wonder this guy doesn't just fall over backwards. Hatter thought. "Who," He began after a moment's silence, "are you?"
"I'm Alice." Alice replied, somewhat nervously. The old crackpot makes me nervous too. Hatter thought.
"Alice?" The Knight repeated. "The Alice?" He came in very close to her face, scrutinizing her features. "The Alice?"
"No." She replied, pulling back involuntarily. "Just Alice."
"Just Alice." He pulled back. "huh ."
"I thought all you guys were wiped out years ago." Hatter interrupted.
"Well, you thought wrong!" the Knight replied indignantly. "As you can see, I'm as fit as a butcher's dog!" He coughed.
"Are there any others like you?" Alice asked, trying a different approach.
"Certainly not!" He replied immediately, a laugh in his voice. He turned away and went to pick up his shovel. "I'm a one-off. My nan used