Dairine shrugged at the candymaker's question. Nobody seemed to have any leads, not even Wonka, who'd always had all the answers in the books. "That's how it worked with me, sort of," she said. "I fell asleep at home one night...I woke up here. I know for a fact this isn't even the same world I'm from," she said. "Things are too different. And of course, the why...that's even harder to answer, sometimes." I know why the Lone One would want me out of commission...but why would Dr. Landel want me here, unless Landel is Its puppet? Wouldn't surprise me.

She wondered for a moment if there were Vermicious Knids stalking the hallways at night. She hadn't seen any, of course, though that didn't mean they weren't there..."Has someone already told you about what happens here at night?" she asked, trying to get all of the business things out of the way. It wouldn't do for Willy Wonka himself to be eaten by some dreadful monster his first day here. Painfully ironic, but definitely not the way to go.