She looked out the window on a rainy, fog blurred influx sleeve Thames. Beneath the window stretched the garden, lit like a theater stage with a dark pond in the center, trimmed bushes and pale statues. It was a magical garden, and a smooth curve of the river bordered it would add charm to it, and the sight, and maybe the champagne finally made in her soul a semblance of calm. Leaning over the cast-iron balustrade, Lindsay breathed moisture-laden city air. Is it in London? She thought that it is something strange. It should feel like Alice when she became very tiny, taking a few sips from a bottle labeled "Drink Me", which allowed her to get to Wonderland.