→ VOICE 11

[lullabylocket]

[There's the sound of leaves rustling, a thump accompanied by an "oof!", and then a pause. He turns, rustling his skirts. Again. And then after hearing a rather creepy chuckle behind him, scoffs.]

Let me guess: You're mad. I'm mad. Yes, I know the story... We're all mad here. Very mad...

[He sighs.]

I'm back.