[Jefferson listens intently. In the back of his mind, he's already trying to think of ways to make a new hat that works just enough to get him back to Storybrooke. He isn't hopeful, but he can't leave Grace... not again.... Even if Fate didn't want them reunited, he should be there to watch over her.]

I've never known Wonderland to abide by any rules, even the rules of magic. Even it's own rules. [but Neal is right. This couldn't be the same Wonderland he'd been to before. That would be too simple.

It may be noticeable that he's taking this all in stride, completely comfortable with the fact that everything he's being told is true. Jefferson is a pretty good liar when he needs to be, and he knows what to look for when someone's genuinely trying to be helpful. Not staying dead and alternate versions of realms? Old news. But the memory thing...? Jefferson covers his mouth with his hand to hide his expression. Memory is his curse. Nothing good would come from a realm like this.]

No way to escape, I assume. No magic portals or enchanted mirrors? It's never that easy.