I’m not insane.
“Why did I go to the Bucket? I should have stayed in hiding. Nothing was bothering me where I was…”
Looking around he finds he’s alone but not quite where he was. The walls, the decour, everything was tilted at the wrong angle. Paper littered the floor filled with wild scribbles.
I thought I heard something.
“I just needed to be out with people again. I didn’t think they would be there. Why in all of this blasted city were they there.”
Those cats… always cats… I hate cats… all they do is ruin me.
My first wife.
That “nephew” of mine.
“Beryl…” he said with a mixture of hatred and odd curiosity. Something was different about her, something he was afraid of…
Though she did open my eyes.
Yes, Cyan isn’t really related to me. He’s just some kid. And kids die in this city all the time. No one ever miss some kid.
But I can’t do this alone. I need some help.
The Professor said he recognized me… and for some strange reason I think I recognized him too. I can’t remember where though… or can I?
“Was it at a tea party?”
I very much like tea.
“There’s a new tea shop in Mad Alice Lane. I think the hatter has also moved above it too. So is he a mad hatter?”