"Hey, makes sense." He can't blame the guy for wanting to double-check. Tim's spent most of his time in Wonderland glancing over his shoulder and waiting for the consequences to nestle in the familiar shape of a too-thin, too-tall shadow with a white canvas of an empty face.

"You could ask for it from the vendors, maybe, but I wouldn't recommend it. I'm pretty sure you gotta sell memories to them for stuff."