It was a perplexing situation. Even Wonderland didn't provide that level of comfort. It was sort of unnerving that you could be essentially taken care of without putting forth any sort of effort.
She allowed herself to be guided through the streets, turning down one that looked alarmingly like her street at home. It wasn't, however, as the door to her place wasn't in the right spot.
They walked for a good few hours, testing a couple of keyholes, but finding nothing that fit in the end. And then it was getting dark and it made looking a lot more difficult.
She blew out a breath and stopped walking. "What if this is some sort of joke the City is trying to play on me. Is it possible this key isn't going to open anything at all?"