"Guess Wonderland isn't as medieval as I thought." Ghent silently marveled at the mention of world jumpers. If world jumping continued to exist, that could be his ticket home. 
	"Hey...you know, that might explain why Wonderland exists in this world. Here, it's nothing more than a book for kids." Ghent didn't bother mentioning Disney's adaption of the novel. Explaining crocs was one thing, explaining a movie was another. 
	"Got any jumpers named Alice?"
	After the shack had been investigated from the outside, Ghent deemed the structure decent enough for hiding out in. Very few traveled this way, even less at night. Unless more shadowmire's decided to pay them a visit, they would be safe until morning. 
	"I'm sure I can pick the lock easily enou--" Ghent's voice faltered as Drust made short work of the door.  	
	"Or...that works too." 
	At the mention of a torch, Ghent smirked lightly. Wonderland may have had pennies and purses, but it definitely lacked flashlights. 
	"As cool as that'd be, I don't." He grabbed his phone, sliding the screen over for the flashlight feature. The light was enough to grant them full visual of their new quarters. The shack was a little less than the size of a one car garage; other than a few tools and a riding mower, it was vacant and with plenty of open floor space for the trio. 
	"Back when the park was a big deal, the city used to store a lot of supplies in here. I got hired to clean it once." Ghent rubbed the back of his neck out of nervous habit, unsure where to go from there. 
	"So...I guess all that leaves is food. Fastest thing I can think of is pizza or hamburgers. You guys allergic to anything?"