[ He wants to brush off the thanks, but there's a part of him that really enjoys hearing it too. His life back home had been that of a vigilante. Sure, he did bounty hunting to make enough cash to bounce around motels and bars, but when he saw a situation that required a gun, he stepped up to help and didn't ask for anything in return. It made the loneliness less lonely.

The smell of fried food greets them as he opens up the door to the outside. Wonderland might seem fun and carefree, but that mirror maze showed them something else entirely. ]

It's okay. We're out.

[ Once she's clearly out, he'll close the door behind them. ]

But that can't be the end of it. There's more to this place than a creepy attraction. We gotta be on alert.