Andre widened his eyes and walked a little faster so that he could keep up with Deidre when she approached the cars buzzing down the street. Even though she had grow up a lot, Andre would get worried about anyone from Wonderland wandering around the streets of the human world, but specially Dee and Dum. Andre couldn’t help but to remember them as helpless, naïve children. He was fonder of that memory.<br/>“Yes, please dear, stay as far away from those as you can. I hope Dumas is doing the same.” He replied, not very nervous. He comforted himself with the fact that probably Dumas would be too scared of the noise to come any close to the machines. “Those are<span style="font-style: italic">cars</span>and if you have to walk in front of them, I want you to hold A.B.’s hand, ok?”<br/>He then stared around dreamingly. He remembered the sensation of being inside of one of those. They were different, the last time he came, bigger and more colorful, but the speed was almost the same, and he watching those cars he could almost feel the wind blowing on his face, brushing away his hair… He remember the leather seats of Al’s car and how warm they were on his thighs. It wasn’t until Deidre fondly called him that he realized his eyes were closed.<br/>“O-of course dear. You can talk to me about anything.” He mumbled, trying to smile.