A scene recreated: Part of a Dream, having fallen asleep while sitting on the riverbank.

Off to the end of the world with that one. Take a slip of paper, I have over fifty of them. Don't listen to that tyrant. Her head's not screwed on right. If it were, she wouldn't yell so much. I know who she is. Why does he hide. Should he cower so? Another tree to fill up the dancing gardens with song and laughter, but only while she does not watch. The watch changes at three in the morning. Forever and again, a song for another day. Today is not for songs. Off, I say, off to the end of the world. With sixteen cats, we have no worries as to mice in the food, and we have plenty of food for the journey. Your own life sometimes depends on standing up. Head to the next town and you may find that the rest of the world isn't all the same. Stand up, take my hand, stand up. For your self may not be as intact as you may think. Get up, don't be so small. The clouds loom overhead. When did she get so tall? I can see lightning now. A huge grin. The flowers dripping: is that blood? No. There is a face behind that desk, that tall podium. And to the right, the same face twelve times over. What angry looks they give you, but one is smiling. Just smiling. It is not a pleasant smile. She stands up and walks towards you. Too tall. She bends down, seemingly from the clouds. Holds out her hand, there's something in it. Is this your card? The Queen of Hearts.