If Allison knows her father at all, he's going to grow to hate Wonderland more and more the longer he stays. The way it shifts and changes, every rule you might have known before Wonderland having a fifty fifty chance of being obsolete. Allison's had a hard enough time trying to gain her footing, and she just learned the ropes of survival and hunting just a few months prior.

But none of that really matters now, because her dad is here and she can be okay. She can finally, really, be okay. Even if there will be a hole left until Lydia comes back, if she comes back, Allison has felt herself getting used to that. Used to Lydia leaving, and coming back, and leaving again. All she's seen of her father in the last eight months has been those tv screens, those videos of him being tortured. It's one thing to tell yourself it's not real, that you've had two people from home tell you he's fine, he's alive, but it's another to be able to wrap her arms around him and bury her face in his chest.

"It's fine." She's not crying, she's not, and after another quick squeeze she leans back out again. Cracking a smile, nearly laughing, when he talks about hovering. "I'm just glad you're alive."

Which, as soon as it leaves her mouth, the color drains from her face. She tenses a little, pulling her arms away from him at the realization she hasn't asked yet. Doesn't know. "What's the last thing you remember? From home?"

The tour can wait. She has to find out first.