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Dayo considered this new information. As expected, it was delightfully (read: infuriatingly) cryptic and provided little to no definite information. Now not only was his sense of reality skewed, but he really had no idea what was going on. And as for the whole 'dirty dirt' thing- Dayo didn't even want to question that.

He clutched his umbrella protectively as he looked around this new area he was shown. He wondered what would happen if he went to sleep in a dream, but decided it was irrelevant. He wasn't even positive if it was a dream anymore. [i]Note to self,[/i] he thought to himself, [i]question nothing. Find out on your own.[/i]

The Hatter seemed nice enough. Sure, he was confusing, and sometimes very frustrating, to talk to. But better than nothing, right? And if there was a Hatter, that meant rabbit-men and cat-men and Tweedle Whatsits. He wondered if there was a monarchy too, and felt a vague fear of being beheaded, but couldn't dwell on for the time being. [color=mediumslateblue]"I guess we might as well go inside,"[/color] Dayo decided finally. Maybe he'd find a book or something.

He wanted time to examine the umbrella as well, but he wanted to do that in private. The chocolate dirt thing had been dumb, but the umbrella idea had been spot-on, and he wasn't sure why.
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