And as quickly as they had appeared, the strange effects of drinking from the small bottle faded and Alice found herself once more standing at the little table at which she had originally taken the drink, with the now empty bottle still in her hand.
“Wow!” she said. “That was quite a trip. Where am I?”
“You’re in the epilogue,” said a mysterious, disembodied voice.
“What’s an epilogue?” asked Alice, still a little groggy from her experience.
“It’s like the concluding chapter of a book,” said the voice. “Everybody takes stock of where they are, talks about what they learned, and generally gets all ...