[Alice had been wondering, as Alices were prone to do, or so she was told. Her journal was sometimes open in her hands, other times perches precariously on her head. Her feet, however, remained in motion, leading her this way and that. There wasn't one corner of Wonderland she hadn't turned, or one rock she hadn't overturned, and yet she thought that the land kept surprising her. Rarely, if ever, did a path take her the same way twice.
She wasn't surprised when her boots took her to Hatter, or at least she wasn't surprised that they took her somewhere unexpected. By now her journal was tucked under her arm, and she regarded him curiously, head canting to the side and golden hair spilling over one shoulder. His back was to her, his attention on his journal, and she crept behind him with silent feet Cat had taught her, nary as shuffle or a step heard. From over his shoulder she peeked, frowning as she saw a map that made little sense to her, no sense of where or what paths he was going or coming or straying from.]