Dark dark dark. Every time Hatter tried to gather his thoughts, they scattered like cockroaches from a kitchen light. It was agony as he staggered through the town, trying to focus, trying to remember what he was doing there, but the only thought he could manage to hold onto was a memory of the queen's face. He had to stop her; he had to destroy her before she destroyed him and everyone else. Destroyed. De-story-ed. She would wipe them off the pages of Wonderland like they'd never been there.
"Kill her, kill the queen," he muttered over and over to himself. Most people on the sidewalk were giving him a wide berth, as though craziness were contagious, but he didn't even see them. He didn't see the person he walked into either, at least not until the impact had staggered him to a halt. "Down with the bloody red queen,” he repeated, righting himself.