[Color=C45CC9][I]Do you perhaps know Alice?[/I][/color]

[Color=966F33]“I know of an Alice,”[/color] Nick suggested to this weird voice inside his head. Honestly, at this point he should schedule an appointment with a counselor, or a psychiatrist.

[Color=C45CC9][I]No, No, NO![/I][/color] The voice sounded angry at this point. [Color=C45CC9][I]Not THAT Alice, THE Alice![/I][/color]

[Color=966F33]“I can't believe I'm asking this, but who are you?”[/color] Nick at this point had grabbed a beer his roommate always seemed to have stocked in the mini fridge.

[Color=c45cc9][i]I'm known as The Hatter, some call me The Mad Hatter. I don't know why, I could be even madder, but perhaps I’m more mad than less mad? Ah, by mad I mean mad, mind you, not ‘mad’. The Queen of Hearts on the other hand, now she's usually the mad I'm not. Speak of the devil. I need you to find Alice before the Queen of Hearts gets to her. Alice CAN NOT be killed under any circumstances.[/I][/color]

[Color=966f33]”Okay?”[/color] Nick said, kind of getting an idea of what was going on. He took a long drink of the bottle before setting it down.

[Color=c45cc9][I]I would recommend not drinking that strange tea too much. I can feel the wooziness from here, and under such unstable mental circumstances my inherent magic could kick in. According to your mind, you probably wouldn't like the effects. But that's not particularly my problem until it is my problem in which case I should have listened to you listen to me. Nonetheless, onward! To comrades and enemies![/I][/color]

[Color=966f33]”So, I guess I'm going out?”[/color] The gold eyed male half asked, half stated. He enjoyed adventures for the most part, so while the situation was strange he wasn’t about to turn this opportunity down. The only response he got was a strange song of going off the edge into execution and destiny. He could only hope that his fate wasn't anything like the song.

After a solid half hour of meandering around the campus, Nick found himself at a small park in the nearby town. Even though he was just walking, he'd get tired eventually. The only leads he had to wherever he was going was the occasional quip from his insane mind spirit. Which weren't usually too helpful. He was so close to just turning around and going back to his dorm to finish that beer.

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