Hatter sighed. "I miss Louis." The Hatter stood tall suddenly, eyes dancing with crazed energy, though his face was passive and only faintly alert. This was nothing new, for Hatter had his bouts frequently when he "heard" or "saw" something that no one else had. At the moment he felt as if the ground were shaking, like a huge slow animal were taking heavy steps. He began muttering to himself. "Stomps, big animal, shaking, stop....I'M AWAKE!" He spun around on his toes to face Alix, one hand in the air in a flourish. "Dear Rabbit," he cried, "Tell me: why is a raven like a writing desk? No, no, don't ask me, I cannot tell you the answer!" He stuck his nose up and strutted briskly to the other side of the room, "hrmph"ing when he passed his long time friend and confidant. Then he turned sharply on his heel again, nearly crumpling to the floor, before he was about the shift his center of gravity and maneuvered so that he crashed in a heap onto the grand mahogany table, messing up the pristine table cloth. He stared up at the ceiling. "Alix, why isn't the table-- Oh, yes, I forgot you already answered that. Well, hurry with the tea now, if you please. I've got kind places to go and wondrous people to meet!" Hatter paused. "No, that's a lie." He sprung up, literally jumping five feet up and forward landing on his feet and gazing at Alix lovingly. "Dinah, my sweet love. Come: have some tea with me, though it will never be as sweet as you..."