Alice is going to find it very hard getting up and leaving Lily when she does leave or does move back outside. She even finds herself very depressed at the thought, visibly frowning as she looks into her eyes. Hopefully, someday, Alice could have an animal of her own, something to keep her company.

"I hope so," Alice confesses -- well, more to the dog, than Lancelot himself. Shyly, Alice looks up, "My name is Alice Liddell, sir."