Cissie gives him a wry, sympathetic smile. She is fully aware of how mad it all sounds, and she lived it. Is still living it. It feels worse somehow, here in the village. Maybe it's because in Wonderland, they never needed to worry about supplies or food, except in rare, short-lived circumstances. Maybe it was the welcome pamphlets and matter-of-fact way everyone presented and accepted the Way Things Are in Wonderland, while here...

It's different.

"No," she says, giving a shrug. "I never really knew why they took us, either. But then, I'm not sure why we're here, so that seems to track. I was just... there one day, and fell asleep in my bed, and then I woke up here, in the fountain. Not exactly the most welcoming entrance, frankly."