#elsewhere

"Surely, if the Queen was a beheading-prone tyrant, a change of nature would be welcome?"

"Oh dear sweet Autumn child," The Mad Hatter sighs "She was manythings, a monster, a maniac, a fun sucker for tarts, but she wasn't banal. She wasn't Nervousa."

"You have lied to me since my arrival. What proof have you of this claim?"

"Bring him in," The Mad Hatter says. And... in comes the walrus, or half of him. Partly erased. Undone.

Pushed by a weeping Carpenter.

A small frown.

Death by Banality seems likely.

The Mad Hatter says "I'm scared, Namer. Scared to the point of sanity."

"I am not Alice."

"No," sighing he asks "How much?"

(PAUSE)