Re: Ninth Floor Hallway
Oh, dear. Well, running was like pacing, wasn't it? Except faster. The Hatter shrugged and took off into a lope, long legs stretching as he made his way toward the stairs. "That isn't the way to get more meat," he called back to the tiger. Hm, he wondered how the large cat did on stairs. It would be interesting to see, now wouldn't it?