"Oh. Oh no, no, no." Jervis shook his head rapidly, looking at Edward like he was very foolish indeed. "We're going home, dormouse. We're going to the safe house." He didn't know what his next plan was and he was still woozy from blood loss and head trauma. He needed to regroup, rededicate and talk to Jerome and Jonathan.

"We're going to have tea. March Hare, Cheshire cat, dormouse and me." He clapped his hands together, excited and happy. The guard banged his fist against the plexiglass.

"Shut up!"