A dream, or rather, a hallucination. Alice frowned. The original Wonderland was a dream; she had fallen asleep outside when Lizzie was reading to her, ignoring her lessons and envisioned herself falling into a rabbit hole.

Sadly, this sounds exactly like something she would say and Alice's frown persists. "I saved Wonderland, Hatter," It comes easy enough to say. No more Jabberwocks or Dollmakers. Or tyrannical queens. Alice does something a little uncharacteristic for herself, she reaches for a hand, just a ghost of a touch. For all that has happened and the pain she endured, any image of Wonderland she embraces, "It's fine, see? Everything is safe. But you look exactly how I remember you! When I was a little girl."

As much it bothers her to say it, she says it, "I'm glad to see you again."

All of Wonderland's normally placid residents were after her blood a year ago. Not today, apparently. Alice lets out a relieved sigh; she still believes this to be of her own mind, but she takes to Hatter like an old friend. He was an old friend. "Oh, for goodness sake, Hatter, followed a teapot, you say? Well, it's a good thing that you did! Otherwise, you wouldn't have found me."