"Hoots Mon!" cried Lulu, as we slid out of the crevice into a dusty place to a reception party which included my cousins Isa and Milly, or at least their somewhat older selves and a pair of even older women and a man who looked very like Jimmy Durante, right down to his schnozzle: "where are we?" asked Jasmine, embracing Isa and Milly, while "who are you?" asked the man; our journey hadn't lasted very long, although we all felt squashed and stretched, a bit like cachexia patients whose muscles had wasted – my feet felt too heavy, my head too light, if I didn't know a bit about mycology, I'd have suspected magic mushrooms, and that thought filled my head with the Tenniel image of the caterpillar in Alice's Adventures in Wonderland puffing on his hookah; is this Wonderland? I wondered; in truth we had travelled faster than the Alberta Clipper and once Lulu, Jasmine and I had rested our backs against the rocks, while Isa and Milly told the other three – Hyman, Sadie and Rose – who we were, I suddenly remembered what – or who – we had in our backpacks: I whispered to Lulu and we each opened our own packs and took out the toy figures: "what's this? party time?" asked Hyman, and I rather condoned his rudeness, for he didn't have the faintest idea what would happen next; I nodded to the two figures and in an instant they were full size, and even Hyman was lost for words, dropping his cigarette from his dropped jaw!