Time Is Many Things. (Through the looking glass)

Chapter Seven: Second Stop.

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Previously:

Outside the town where we arrived, Alice throws the Chromosphere to enlarge it. We quickly hop in it, and Alice already comfortable operating it immediately takes us back into the waves of the past.

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We zoom quickly through the oceans until Alice goes into another memory from the past; with a loud BOOM!

This time landing more gracefully, in snow, again just outside a small town.

Walking a bit towards some noise we're confronted with the Tweedles, Hatter, Bayard and Chess... but their a lot younger in this time.

They're running around laughing, playing, building snowman's etcetera.

Alice and I, not wanting to be spotted just yet, moves to hide behind a tree.

"Hey, hey. Tarrant, watch this," Chess exclaims excitedly. "Now you see me... now you don't," he said disappearing however his tail can still be seen.

"Where'd the cat go?" The twins said together.

Everyone was impressed, however Bayard seeing the tail goes and bites it.

"Ow," Chess said appearing again.

"Gotcha," Bayard said.

I giggled a little, watching the scene play out.

Then we heard a bell from the clock tower go off.

"It's nearly six!" Alice said as she grabs my hand and we move to go towards town.

"Hello," we heard a voice and turn to see Tarrant as a child. "You have a very nice head," he addressed Alice, probably because he cannot see mine as I'm still wearing a hat.

"Thank you," Alice thanked.

"And a nice head deserves a very nice hat, that's what my father says. He makes the best hats in Witzend, would you like him to make you one?" Tiny Hatter asked.

Alice didn't respond, just smiled shyly.

"Come on," he said starting to walk in the direction of the town. "You can come as well, I'm sure father wouldn't mind making you a better hat than that one," he turned slightly and addressed me with a small smile. My hat was just a plain black with a dark grey rim.

I look at Alice and she smiles at me, we end up following little Hatter into town.

Tarrant opens the door to his fathers workshop, and/or home. Alice and I shyly follow in to see Mr. Hightopp.

"Father look, some customers with lovely heads," he told him excitingly, then turned to face us. "What is the hat of your most desires madams, something feathery," he started pulling out a red feathery bird. "Something buttony," he said pulling out strings of buttons, this caused me to laugh and Alice to smile; watching a small happy Tarrant being passionate about hats.

"Good afternoon misses," Mr. Hightop greeted us, walking towards us with a tape measure.

"Good afternoon, Sir," Alice politely greeted, I smiled.