26// We Don’t Know
“Cheshire, where’s Hatter?”
“I don’t know”
“March Hare, where’s Hatter?”
“I don’t know”
“Tweedledee, where’s Hatter?”
“I don’t know”
“Tweedledum, where’s Hatter?”
“I don’t know”
“Where’s my Hatter!!”
“We don’t know!!”
He’s been gone. Gone for a day now. Where is he? Where is my Mad Hatter? I can’t bear the thought that he’s not here, with me, with Cheshire, with March Hare, with the Tweedles. His place is here in the dungeons of Salis en Grom. With me. I am empty without him. Lost without him. I cannot live another hour knowing that he’s not here with me. I need him. He needs me. My dear Hatter, I’m coming to you. Even if I have to escape, run and die trying to find you.
I will find you.
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