“I s that Alice sticking her hands in the Queen’s...?” Tom Truckle stood speechless, staring at them.
“It’s your fault if you ask me.” The Cheshire, still posing as Jack, cops a laugh. “You’re the one who let her out of the asylum.”
“But even if she is the craziest of the crazy, why would she do that?” Of course, Tom knew this wasn’t the Queen of England but the Queen of Hearts. He’d thought that last week’s events at the Event were the craziest he’d ever experience, but this topped that a million times. “I really could use my pills now.”
“I see you gulp a lot of those,” the Cheshire commented. “Are they good?”
“I don’t even know. I just take them to stay sane in this world gone mad.”
“Do they have a name? I could buy me some.”
“You won’t find them anywhere. They’re called Lullaby.”