Charles was having another manic episode. He was sitting in his office in his big cushion chair. He was giggling to himself, his mind fuzzed and barely even considered a mind.

He was muttering with a wide, eerie grin on his face as he giggled again and again.

He was the Mad Hatter. He is the Mad Hatter. The lunatic fashion designer of dresses and hats.

And an adopted father to a girl he found years ago in a warped forest.

She was his anchor in the madness of wonderland.