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The hatter, mad as he was, gave a wispy laugh of agreement just as eccentric in sound as every other detail of him. There wasn’t much to be said to that, the truth was certain in the sheer amount of secrecy required to visit what little pleasant company he’s known. Possibly the sanest company he’s kept.
But, what they say next, that quote does something to his mind. His smile fades and eyes grow distant. “ Bad... dreams? ” He repeats, almost a mutter. “ No, no, no- it’s the good dreams. It’s the happy memories that haunt me... ” He groans pitifully. Dreams, memories; notice how they’re interchangeable. He shakes his head to regain focus, but not before adding: “ Phantomwise. ”














