It looks like you ran afoul of something with wicked claws. I've never stopped dreaming....

Cheshire Cat: [suddenly appearing] [notices the marks on Alice's arm] Cheshire Cat: It looks like you ran afoul of something with wicked claws. Alice Kingsley: [to herself] I've never stopped dreaming. Cheshire Cat: What did that to you? Alice Kingsley: Bander who... the bander... Cheshire Cat: The Bandersnatch? [suddenly appears behind Alice, she turns to face him] Cheshire Cat: Well, I'd better have a look. Alice Kingsley: What are you doing? Cheshire Cat: It needs to be purified by someone with evaporting skills, or it will fester and putrefy. Alice Kingsley: I'd rather you didn't. I'll be fine as soon as I wake up. Cheshire Cat: At least let me bind it for you? [Alice holds out her arm and he wraps the wound with a piece of cloth] Cheshire Cat: What do you call yourself? Alice Kingsley: Alice. Cheshire Cat: *The* Alice? Alice Kingsley: There's been some debate about that. Cheshire Cat: I never get involved in politics. [disappears]