[Jefferson doesn't even look up at first and is only barely able to stop himself from rolling his eyes. For years, everyone he'd met seemed to give him the same advice and make the same requests. It was never any help. Nothing beyond the obvious. Sometimes their intentions were good, but it never made it any more helpful.]

Not this. I've tried. [He runs a frustrated hand through his hair] Magic can't bring it back, and you can't just ask a closet for it.

[A humorless breath of laughter shows his edge of desperation.] And now I'm back in Wonderland. [He finally looks up but doesn't make any move to stand] Who are you?