[Hatter didn't mind having another voice in his head. It didn't make much of a difference. Sometimes Jude bothered him simply because he was a right prat. Otherwise, it was more of the same strangeness. Not much threw him off. He was used to strange. Normal was the real difficult thing. He never knew what to make of that. Not boring, he'd say, just normal. Alien. Normal compared to what? Hatter didn't know, his normal was everyone's abnormal.]
Can't blame you, our side of the door, usually more interesting. Did like the lights in your city. Like different colored stars in new patterns. [The tower for example, or the castle, he'd seen the castle, but it wasn't like the one he knew. Hatter found Vegas fascinating on the outside, but he never wanted to visit. If he minded her spilling a secret, it didn't show. If anything he paid her more attention.] Could barely make him come over. Had to sing rhymes in his head. Pointless. Who was she?