Late as usual, HJ Rabbit sat down at the hookah bar and pulled in smoke, hiccuping and shedding huge tears.
Cheshire Cat materialized. “What took you so long?”
HJ snuffled into a linen handkerchief. “Couldn’t catch the queen.”
One-half of a smile appeared across the mushroom table. “You do know, she’s just a placeholder? Something of a nothing.”
The entire smile emerged. “So she’s easy to find.”
“However will we manage to do that?”
“You speed down x in real time. I’ll pop in and out of the imaginary axis. She never goes anywhere. We’ll meet her at zero.”