Henry didn’t fully know what to expect when he stumbled across the table. It was long, long enough to seat 50 people, easily. A white, lacy tablecloth created a sharp glow that stung his eyes in the blacklight esque atmosphere of Wonderland. Every place at the table was set with fine china and gleaming silverware and were adorned with a unique, loud, and chaotic-looking teacup. On top of a doily in the center of the table sat tiers of finger food, all spiraling up to a teapot that appeared to be floating a few inches off of its plate. Nellie, who stood off to his left, didn’t seem bothered by the sight. Being raised in Wonderland did have the added perk of being used to its weirdness. Alex, however, turned to look at Henry, her mouth opening as if about to speak but Henry held up a hand to silence her. As if in a trance, Henry walked over to the table, his hand reached out slowly to try and touch one of the cups. As he walked, the world felt as if it fuzzed over by a layer of static.