Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Rich charcoal colored dress shoes came into view from the darkness of the hallway, lightly stepping upon the black and white checkered marble floor. Traveling from the shoes, a pair of long legs encased in crisply ironed black pants, before being able to look any further up the mysterious figure a deep baritone echoed in the barren room. "Ah-ah~ My face is up here."

Vision flickering upward quickly a face was suddenly filling the area of view. Silver. Silver eyes where the color seemed to be alive as metallic flecks swirled around the iris. Despite wearing small, thin rimmed black reading glasses lowered on a straight nose, those captivating eyes were clear to see. "You must have so many questions. Who are you, where am I." Another chuckle rang out causing a delightful chill up the spine.

"Well, my lovely visitor, you are in my profile." A small step back revealed tendrils of silver threaded white hair framing an elegantly masculine face. "I welcome you with open arms!" Thrusting out both arms as the words were said as if to emphasize the statement. "Come, come, won't you stay a bit, have a spot of tea? You must, you must!"

Spinning on the heel of the still mysterious man's feet, he stepped forward to a long table that hand't been there before. Seeing the back of the figure one could see the low tied hair, held in place by a satin black ribbon, that stopped just as the ends brushed against the middle section between his shoulder blades. The table itself was lined with pots of tea that was more than any person could drink in a sitting, even if the room were filled with people.

"Come, have a seat here." At the end of the long table he stood with a chair pulled out for his guest, a seducing smile upon his full lips. White gloved hands firmly gripped the chair's decorative back as he waited. Once seated, he pushed the chair in and leaned forward to whisper into an awaiting ear. Warm breath fanned against the shell of the ear. "Don't be afraid, it is only a tea party."

Walking down the long length of the table to the other side here a grand throne like chair resided, he flicked his coattails with a flourished movement and sat down himself. In a proper manner he readjusted the soft white satin cravat under his neck and ran his thumb over the decorative opal gem that held it in place. "My, my, how rude of me, I completely forgot to answer one of your questions."

White fingers brushed the rim of his top hat, the thick white band displayed the spade, diamond, club and heart of the card suits. Sticking out of the band on the side was a card that read 'In This Style 10/6'. Removing the hat and with a flick of his wrist the item came whirling toward his guest. The hat grew large and encased the entire room until there was nothing but black and a sinking feeling of falling down, endlessly falling.

"Who am I?" The voice vibrated throughout the darkness and sang across the skin. "I'm the Mad Hatter."

"Welcome To My Wonderland."