If I were back in London, others including you would think I'm simply mad, especially when I would tell you that it would be like any other child's mind. It may not be the same, but it has its few similarities. Sometimes that is an advantage.

[Alice wants to be here; she prefers it, in a childish way that she preferred the false world she made compared to that harsh reality.]

If that's the case, I very much hope that none of you attempt to find a way out the way you came in.