Very late one evening I was hanging out by Monstro and enjoying the Storybook Land Canal boats passing through. I looked up, searching for Michaela, to notice that Fantasyland was almost empty. Across the way, the vacant Mad Hatter still had its doors open. The light from inside and the light from the lantern in front splashed across the ground, unspoiled by passersby. I was taken by yet another peaceful moment at the Park, all to myself.