[Evelyn supposes she should have expected him to want those answers, as insubstantial as they may be with regards to concrete evidence. Sometimes theories are better than nothing, and she has personally found more with less. She blinks at him, takes a healthy sip of her drink, and continues.]

This place...acts as something of a pocket dimension, as I am sure you are aware. It takes people in for indeterminate, seemingly arbitrary amounts of time. A trend in people from the same world will fluctuate on occasion, and some worlds are more popular than others when it comes to their residents being held here involuntarily. There isn't a reasoning behind the selection, and I've been keeping track of it as best I can since I got here. Wonderland returns people at equally arbitrary times, brings them back again afterward or not at all. Sometimes it brings people back and they don't remember their time here.

[Old friends looking through you. The loss of everything there was.]

As best I can tell - theoretically, of course - this place is the actual Wonderland. The one that Lewis Carroll wrote about. Perhaps he was brought here himself, or perhaps he knew a girl named Alice who came and went and told him.