The glass broke on the wall, tea staining the white and blue patterned surface. It's former holder straightened his hat and picked up another cup to be his next victim.
"Hatter!" the tiny dormouse shouted. "Stop it! You're destroying March's finest set!" He suddenly rounded to face him with his large, dark, saddened eyes. The look sent shivers down his spine.
"'Stop it'? Stop what? Throwing cups? Oh, that's easy. Feeling pain? Oh, no can do, you silly, silly, silly creature. Why, my pain is a pain that can't be stopped. And when it can't be stop, I throw cups. So when I said I could stop throwing cups, I think I lied. Do you think I lied? I think I lied. Did I-" He was smacked across the face with a butter knife.
"Just stop! For once, you insanely mad man, you!" Hatter looked down at the tiny creature with that same sad expression.
"I think I've lost my head..."
"Lost it?" March laughed. "Did you ever have it?" The trio pondered on this thought for about five seconds.
"That's not really the problem here, March!" Dormouse, for that was the dormouse's official name, argued. "The problem is, Hatter has something worse than his insanity occupying his brain!" March Hare slowly turned to look at Hatter.
"Something worse than insanity?"
Hatter stood up and stormed out announcing, "Oh, I just might lose my insanity!"
"Then he wouldn't be much of a 'mad hatter' then, would he?" Hare muttered under his breath. The two still in the odd tea hall giggled and chuckled and chortled and straight out laughed. Such an odd, odd, odd predicament Hatter was predicamented with.
Hatter rapped urgently on the house door. He had to be home, he just had to!
"Cheshire! Cheshire, you lazy feline, open up!"
"All you had to say was 'please,' Hatter," the wide-smiled cat said, opening the door. "No need to be so rude." Hatter burst in.
"Oh, Cheshire! I have something so important to ask of you! Something so important that if it is not asked of you, I might as well die!"
"Oh, really?" Cheshire slyly asked. "And what is this you must ask of me, dear Hatter?" Hatter took a deep breath.
"Is it possible for me to get to the...the surface?" Cheshire's eyes narrowed and a look of disgust flew onto his face.
"The surface? Now why would you want to go there? Bored of this place, are we? Dear Hatter, rethink your request."
"But I need to go to the surface! There is someone very important I need to see!"
"You know a surface-dweller? Hatter, have you been putting one too many sugar lumps in your tea?" He knocked on Hatter's head three times. Hatter shooed the pesky cat away.
"Yes, I do! And I this strange feeling that I must see her!"
"'Her'? Do tell, Hatter, what is 'her' name?"
"And how do you know this...'Alice'?"
"Whether she was a dream or real, I know not. But I know she is from the surface! And I need to see her!" Cheshire sighed.
"Well, even if I wanted to help you get to the surface, I couldn't. Rabbit is the only one that can get to and from the surface."
"Then to Rabbit I shall go!"
"Good luck finding your...'Alice'." And the Hatter left for Rabbit's just a little but down the way. And this was only just the beginning of an adventure of a life time.