When: An ordinary weekday afternoon
Where: Alice's bedchamber ... then somewhere in the Realm
Why: Because a looking-glass has finally decided to let her through
One last attempt—if this did not work, she would stop trying, she told herself (albeit sadly). Alice perched on her dressing-table (careful not to upset any bottles or sundries) and regarded her looking-glass.
She closed her eyes, wished with all her might, and reached a hand toward the glass ...
Oh, frabjous day! The glass rippled and turned misty, allowing her hand to pass through. Alice's eyes flew open at this and she eagerly stepped forward.
She found herself not in a reversed version of her chambers—as she might have thought—but in a sort of wooded meadow. Tall purple shrubs caught her immediate attention and a pair of brightly-coloured mome raths crossed the path ahead of her.
"I'm back!" Alice beamed, then set off on the path. She had no idea which part of the Realm she was in and knew just the one to ask for directions. Where was that Cat when one actually wanted him?