Alex is engaged in a shocking quest to be more, well, engaged with the day-to-day goings on of Wonderland. He keeps getting stuck in cycles of self-imposed isolation, waiting for the place to send him home so that he can complete his damn job and get some peace, overlooking the opportunities for home-ish-ness that the mansion occasionally offers.

This is unacceptable!

So I hope Philip is sitting down, because there's a young man with glasses and without muttonchops leaning awkwardly against a wall in the absolute least conspicuous area of the bar.

Melodramatic opening paragraph aside: a wild Alex appears! What would Philip do?