"I knew you'd be by," said the Mad Hatter as he waved the White Rabbit and Alice into his sitting room. "But I'm afraid I don't have any answers for you. Yet. But," he admitted, "I do have questions. Many, many questions. Tea?"
"Of course," said Alice. "For my medicinal cannabis oil, please. Helps me relax."
"Wish I could relax. One terrorist attack after another. Tragedies, death." The White Rabbit shook his head. "My great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather used to tell me stories about air raids in World War II. You never knew if your home was going to be next. Or you."
"Ah, yes," said the Hatter. "I was in the flower of my youth. Spent the Blitz happily safe on the other side of the Looking Glass""
"Sometimes when I trim my whiskers," the Rabbit opined, "I wish I could hop through into an alternate universe."
"I like to look in the mirror, too," Alice popped up, "I'm so pretty."
The Rabbit rolled his eyes, "It isn't worth it for the ride. Maybe I'll start taking Uber"" A sigh. "Okay, Hatter, hit us with your questions. I can't believe you don't have a theory or two about this tragedy."
"We'll get some answers soon enough. But, like with TWA 800, they may not be the right ones," warned the Hatter. "First, we could examine the numbers. 66 people on board. That's twice 33."
"So the Masons were involved?" A snort. "Come on, Hatter, you can do better than that numerology rabbit hole."
"Did the plane really exist?" said Alice, in a dreamy voice. "Do any of us really exist"?"
"I'm not buying the Matrix either, Alice. Forget it," the Rabbit grumbled. "I know the weather was clear, but what about technical problems, pilot error, pitot tubes, like on Flight 447? Both Airbuses."
"Well, as a mere youth," said the Hatter, "I recall that technical problems brought down a lot of planes in mid-flight. The poor DeHavilland Comet"what a lovely jet"" The Hatter shrugged, "Different models, but it's always possible. I'm sure the forensic investigators will go over everything with a fine tooth comb."
"Ooh, I'd love to have a fine tooth comb for my beautiful hair." Alice flicked a lock over her shoulder.
"You should take Uber or Lyft," chided the Hatter. "Anyway, dangerous cargo is always an option. Lithium ion batteries could start fires--remember your hoverboard?"
"Yeah, I'm really burned up about that. It was expensive!" growled the Rabbit. "But the mainstream media are really talking up terrorism. A bomb. Always possible, but you'd think it'd go off on ascent."
"Maybe they had started to descend. Or there could've been a suicide bomber on the plane," guessed the Rabbit. "Lot of chat on the news about ISIS and Al Qaeda."