The Serendip
Liz hobbles into the Serendip with her cane, hoping to find some semblance of sanity.
The Mad Hatter chases the March Hare Around the table, screaming "It's a madhouse! A madhouse!."
Shaking her head, Liz turns and hobbles back out again. The portents had been correct: this was going to be A No Good, Very Bad Day. At least it's not snowing...
A snowflake? Several? Uh, oh.....
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