They waltzed across the table together, disregarding any plates, cups, or folded napkins. The stream picked up speed, creating a new song of original classical composition with a background of river flow. Singing geysers of water lifted, taking the shape of fluidic nymphs that danced over the section of the table bridging the river. Lanterns fluctuated light, breakable articles shattered, and linens dirtied under their hind limbs as they floated to the rhythm of the phantom organ. The Hatter’s glasses flew off his nose after a particularly swift twirl, landing on the aqueous face of one of the dancing water nymphs, and she giggled as she sustained to entertain with them on. He snaked his fingers under his hat to retrieve another pair of glasses to place on his face, identical to the ones that were just lost.
For the first time since arriving in this topsy-turvy land, Eddie felt happy.
“I need you to know those pages will be filled, that’s what I’m here for,” The Hatter blurted in between quirky cackles and spins. It seemed that he had infinite decks in each pocket, due to cascading pirouettes of cards spewing in every direction as they danced. Some sparked and burst into flames as they were seized by oncoming breezes.
“You’re making no sense Hatter.”
He scooped an elated Eddie into his arms as he spun across the table, “Everyone has a story they want to sell, but yours is one that’s worthy to tell. I’m glad your stubborn ass found your way back to me.”