“Where did they come from?”
“Not from here, that much is for certain.”
“If they are not from here, then why are they here?”
“Who knows why any of this happens?”
“What I mean… why would anyone come here? Of all places?”
“Perhaps they didn’t know.”
--long pause--
“Do you think they’ll join the Queen’s court?”
“They’re humans. The Queen’s card guards must put them off.”
“But at the same time, remember what happened to Reed. They might be afraid of the consequences.”
“The consequences? Of going against the Queen?”
“Oh, hello Cat.”
“Hello Rabbit. You don’t look very well”
“You shouldn’t be talking.”
“Hm. We all know the consequences of going against the Queen. We’re still here.”
“But they might not. And they’re only children—they might not have the guts to oppose her.”
“Yet they are human. Even they must understand the power that they have over this place.”
“Do you think they can stand up to the Queen?”
“It depends on which layer of the onion you devour.”
“Cat, enough of your riddles. Do you have any idea how they got here… from wherever they came?”
“They fell down the rabbit hole.”
--indignant-- “How dare you joke about such things!”
“Joke? No, they were just right for the task. Imaginative… pure-hearted… twisted. We gave the summons, and they gladly answered.”
