Only the savage regard the endurance of pain as a measure of worth.

What is sought is most often found, IF it is truly sought.

Tell yourself, I've seen worse at Rutledge's'....

Alice woke with a start from her proceeding nightmare. The Chesire Cat's last words rang in her ear. Rutledge's. It made no sense. How was the Cat there. Alice had looked over all of her case books that were kept during her imprisonment within the stone walls of Rutledge Private Clinic and Asylum. They stated quite clearly, on the very first page that, In a frenzied instant, a cankered feline pounced on Alice while she was about to be carried inside'. And, Most curious to behold, the cat stood atop Alice, as if claiming territorial right, or as if defending a rodent captured in the days hunt from other hungry predators.' Then after the cat had been chased off: ...the cat crouched beneath the shrubbery. With eyes agape, it fixed on Alice as if it had some vital interest in our proceedings.' It seemed quite clear to Alice that this was the Chesire Cat, but that wasn't what surprised her. Only one thing was in her thoughts when she realized this.

How did the Cat venture from the real world, to Wonderland?

Wonderland was clearly a portion of her imagination that effected her like real life, so how could the Cat travel from imagination, to the real world? Another thing that made Alice wonder, was that why couldn't she just shut herself down, and journey to Wonderland. The Cat seemed to be able to do that quite freely. She wished to return to Wonderland whenever she wanted. But most of all she wished to see the creatures that had helped her escape her tormented dream inside of the
foe-Wonderland, especially, above all else, she wished to see the Cat.

Alice had ignored this impulse to figure a way to return to Wonderland. She thought that she would try to figure it all out when the time was right. However, lately her days had been filed with thoughts about Wonderland, and her nights had been filed with horrible dreams consisting of her reliving the struggles of the foe-Wonderland. It started out small at first, maybe one dream every now-and-then, but the dreams began coming in a rapid series, each one more vivid than the previous nights, until she could no longer bear it. She had to return to her old Wonderland, and ease her restless mind.

How could she summon the cat. She tried to think about the times when the cat had been in the real world. Alice thought of something that seemed irrelevant. She remembered seeing a mangy cat before she once broke her ankle in an unseen pothole on a days walk. She remembered seeing a cat when she burnt her hands on a hot tea kettle, and again when she nearly severed her hand while she chopped firewood. But for a moment she never realized. Then it dawned on her. The Cat appeared in her times of danger. She realized that every time she was in serious danger, the cat appeared, as if to warn her. She realized that she would have to put herself into danger, if she wanted to capture the Cat. Alice slept.