“Hrrgk!” was the only sound the cat found he could make. Knowing the end was near for him, he let some information slip, though it probably wouldn’t help Death much.

The Cat chuckled a bit before Death tightened his grip, and reality set back in.

“I -gllk!- I don’t know where she is, but I do know where -hrrk!- someone else is, and they are probably acquainted with another, who likely knows where -glglg!- she might be.”

Death pulled the cat in close; the stink of decaying meat weighing heavily on his breath.

“Name.”

“The cat gagged once more, and whispered the name “Nivens,” before fading away for the last time.

Death was left alone once again as the land around him began to revert to it’s normal state. He felt some of his strength return, but also knew that he needed to move on to keep his power from fading.

Death proceeded to the next area: a series of peaks that rose thousands of feet upward, and fine to needle-like points at the summit.

atop one of the summits was a wading pool – a circular plastic tub no more than a foot deep, and filled with water. The water was indicated by it’s own sloshing about, occasionally spilling over the side. inside the tool was a tea table, with four chairs situated about it.

Death glided up toward the table to gain a better look. Not surprisingly, two of the four chairs were occupied by a rabbit and his next quarry: the Mad Hatter.