â€œQuestions, questions.â€ He smoothed his antennae back and shook his head. â€œI donâ€™t suppose youâ€™ve got any sweets on you? No? Well, as a dear friend of mine is wont to say, the better question is; Who are<span style="font-style: italic">you</span>?â€ The Caterpillar put his hands on his thighs and laughed. â€œOh youâ€™ll say youâ€™re Alyss, but everyone that comes through is Alice!â€ He straightened up and wiped the tears of mirth from his eyes.<br/><br/>â€œNow then, youâ€™ll need to goâ€¦â€ With a thoughtfully perplexed look firmly in place, he spun in a slow circle, listening for something, then pointed into the wooded thicket. â€œThat way! â€¦And do try to stay on Selenaâ€™s good sides, will you?â€ He reached out to stroke her cheek in a friendly manner, and where his thumb touched the top of her cheek bone, there was a bright, momentary flash of gold and a little yellow heart painted itself on the back of her hand. â€œGood on ya! Mayhap the Hearts will still have a chanceâ€¦ Now shoo! You frightened my catâ€¦â€