"It wouldn't be surprising," the Hatter mumbled sadly. As much as he hated to admit it, it had been years since Alice's last visit. It made him sad to think that Alice would forget him, but it was something he'd have to come to terms with if the right Alice ever did come. He could read the sarcasm in Ches's voice, but he ignored it knowing it was the best thing to do for now. There was no need to cause a mess of things at the moment. The Hatter walked over to the table, taking a seat on the opposite end of the table from the Hare and Ches. He bowed his head, lacing his fingers on his chest and crossing his legs under the table. He seemed to be taking a nap, or trying to as ghostly music drifted through the air.