Arven shortly realised that he was the White Rabbit, and little Alice here was far too intrigued to resist the temptation of risk and adventure. But they did not jump down the rabbit hole; theirs was a very different story.

"Well", he began, as he led the way off the main path that went back to town; instead they would be taking a smaller track that led around the edge of Padmore Park. It was hardly a mountain pass or a bandit-strewn highway; but to the fancy girl with her umbrella it was evidently something far more interesting than what daily life could offer.

"We can see from the rabbit hole itself that the tunnel is even and goes straight ahead, without curvature. Which means it's going this way." He pointed ahead; the little track that led towards the Black Lake. "And it wouldn't veer off to the side because there are too many tree roots to navigate", he added when he spotted this.

"Where would you dig your tunnel if you were a rabbit?" he added as they walked, faintly amused at the concept.