"We could go to Wonderland," Alice blurted, staring uncertainly after Cid and wondering why in the hell she was even mentioning her broken little world. But Cid had been good to her - better than anyone she'd known in London, save for her old Nan, perhaps - and she did not want to see him distressed. "It's here, and it's... mine. I know it well. Perhaps we could find some shelter there."
She was mad. She knew she was, and she was almost certain this place had been all in her head (especially with the revelation of Wonderland), but that didn't mean she could bring herself to stand by and do nothing.
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She was mad. She knew she was, and she was almost certain this place had been all in her head (especially with the revelation of Wonderland), but that didn't mean she could bring herself to stand by and do nothing.