The night was quiet, the cool air of looking glass land feed in through the windows of Hatters' room. She shivered pulling her coat closer to herself, her fingers clutched around the thin ornate porcelain of her tea cup. The warm red liquid lapped at the edge of the cup, like crimson waves washing against the white shores of an imaginary pool. She was entranced by the blood like liquid of the tea, she sniffed, a clear drop fell into her cup. She brushed away the others with her free hand. "stop" she said to herself "you can't keep doing this to yourself, your the mad Hatter, pull yourself together." she placed her cup down on the desk before her, the mercury made her dizzier then normal. She stood and walked over to the balcony of her room at the citadel, all of wonderland lay before her like a patchwork quilt. She knew what she must do, if wonderland was to be hers she must treat the world like her tea, with care a precision. till all the world was her tea cup, and the crimson waves crashed into the smooth white shores of the world that would be hers.