"Maybe it's not the memories fueling it at all," says Tim, a thickening, unpleasant mass curdling in his gut. "Maybe it's just...us. Us being here."

And here he thought Wonderland was a polite alternative to the entire sprawl of a whole world to, potentially, infect with his assorted bullshit. And, well. That instinct sure as hell had been a bit overly optimistic, hadn't it?

Just a tad. Just a fraction. Just a hair.