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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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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.

Understandable. But what about young cats?

[Oh! The cat must be jealous.] Them too, although I don't recall seeing any kittens missing their eyes or something worse.

[A part of him is starting to wonder if he's beginning to sound like Alice herself.]

And you will not. I would not allow it. Poor hypothetical kittens.

I never said I would do anything to harm them! That would be cruel!

I'm glad you recognize your sins against the poor nonexistent kittens.

...

[Now that cat is messing with him. Moving along.]

Have you heard from the duchess lately?

I hear she has "lost" her pig.

Oh, my. I wouldn't worry too much about it. That is a smart pig, I assume...

[Thinking of the subject for a bit. He's recalling the novel again.]

Say, was that pig always a pig?

Are you getting philosophical on me, Dorian Gray?

[That earns the cat a look.]

... Not quite, not this time. I remembered a passage from that book... You may have heard of it too many times to count- But in it, the pig started out as a human baby.

What do you make of that, Cat?

I've heard that humans probably taste like pork.

[The Cat's sides shake as it laughs at its own joke.]

Shishishi. You might have to ask the Duchess herself.