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[It would be difficult to say where the Cat is exactly, since the scene is simply of the ceiling and him standing on it.]

You'd best get started on your way up. But don't linger. No, it would be too dangerous.

[The Cat lowers itself, settling down with its paws tucked, eyes closed. It almost seems like it's smiling, but it would be hard to tell, it being a Cat and all. Either way, it certainly looks smug as it sits there, its tail dangling in the air. Its twitching just a little at the tip.]

No matter how high you climb, they'll still be there. Waiting.

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Ah, there's that Cheshire Puss.

[Dear lord, he's already used to the madness.]

Tell me, are we playing "floor is lava" with the undead, or are there new dangers to be weary of?

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No undead this time, my dear.

[The corner of his mouth tugs down. If it's not the undead, then what?]

Oh dear. I'm sure you'll be happy up there while we're dealing with whatever this new mess will be.

You may come up here as well, if you wish.

... Perhaps I might join you for a bit. Where are you?

[Could he actually be in the same room as the cat? Who knows?]

Shishishi, try a tea room.

[A tea room?]

Give me a moment to try it.

[He turns off the feed for a moment to locate the nearest tea room. He could use a cup of tea after all.]

[Behold! A Cat! Now it's sitting on a table, it's tail flickering behind it, washing its ears with one paw. Its ears prick when Dorian comes in, but it doesn't stop what it's doing.]

[So you can meet them in person.]

[A small revalation that makes Dorian smile. He wonders if the cat would enjoy a pat on the head, but no. Let's not push it.]

[Instead, he simply asks the tea room for a cup of milk to set aside for the cat while he's fetching himself a cup of rosemary.]

I suppose you might appreciate this, Cheshire?

Indeed, I do love milk.

[The Cat uses a paw to pull the cup closer rather than move over to it, then dips its head to drink.]

[Dorian takes a small sip of his own tea, pleased at himself that he got some Wonderland character to meet him in person.]

[He'll have to be extra careful, now. If the cat's anything like the Duchess, he'd rather not cause too much trouble.]

So... I understand you've lived here for a long time?

I depends on what "a long time" means.

Ah, yes. I forgot time doesn't work the way it should.

But you lived here as long as you can remember?

Always. I have always been here.

And Alice? Has she lived here longer than you?

Alice? Alice has been here less than always.

[That gets him to look up.]

Oh? Well, I see she's settled in very well.

She has unsettled a bit lately.

Oh? This is news.

[He takes another sip of his tea.] Do you know what happened to her?

She recovered her eyes.

[She recovered her eyes.]

[Dorian nearly spit out his tea. He couldn't believe his ears. That girl on the network with nothing on her face...]

She... She what?

[Should he be shocked or relieved? He didn't know.]

[The Cat's tail swishes happily. It dips its paw into the milk in front of it, then licks the milk off.]

Such good news for her.

... It must be wonderful news. I was getting worried about her.

[What else was he supposed to say?]

Oh? Do you know her?

... Well. No. But for a young girl to be in that situation, I couldn't help but worry.