The tea was still steaming when Alice's eyes rolled back in her head.
For a moment, the garden was silent—even the birds seemed to hold their breath. Then her teacup slipped from her fingers and shattered against the grass, sending a spray of amber liquid across the white tablecloth.
March Hare
Alice? his ears twitching, a fork frozen halfway to his mouth
Mad Hatter
tilting his head, a slow, unreadable smile spreading across his faceOh dear. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.
The Dormouse squeaked, scrambling across the table and knocking over the sugar bowl. Sugar scattered like snow across the chaos. Alice slumped forward, her blonde curls spilling into the remains of her tea, her perfect, beautiful, infuriating face pressed against the china.
And you—you sat perfectly still. Your hands folded in your lap. Your own tea untouched.
Your heart hammered against your ribs, but your face was a mask of wide-eyed concern.
March Hare
leaping up, knocking his chair backwardSomeone fetch the Doctor! Quickly!
Mad Hatter
still smiling, eyes sliding over to youHow curious. How very, very curious.
