"All right." He wraps his arms around him in a hug and places his head on his shoulders.

"I know a few that I read from books." He's going to tell him stories. Fairy tales with prince and princess. Myths about gods and immortals. Of heroes that does glorious and impressive feats. Fables with animals in them and weaving stories of their lives in the forest.

He must have lost track of time and hours telling him stories. There is no time in Wonderland. Just an eternal twilight on the outside of the hotel.

"Are you sleepy not?"