"I have no idea." He has no idea if her being gone is a good thing. Sure, people seemed happier, but they were only really happier because every memory of their lives at home had been scraped away. No events, no calamitous fits of despair, no Mirrors trying to self-sabotage. Just people being absurdly content with their lives in Wonderland, having had their memories of everything else, of anywhere else, hollowed out and displaced.

He yanks a packet of cigarettes from his pocket and sets one alight with a grumble.

"We're always five steps behind with anything Wonderland throws at us."