The abandoned buildings throughout their neighborhood were sketchy with rats, possibly raccoons and crazed drug-addled people milling within them. Yet their claustrophobic heatless thin-walled apartments were no safer.
They would go down the stairs carefully to not draw attention to themselves. Not that anyone was looking for them anyway.
Once downstairs, they would assemble becoming the superheroes they knew they were destined to be as detailed in their book collection.
They were going to save themselves one word at a time.
But first they had tea with the rabbit to tend to and the crumpets were scrumptious. This was wonderland.