Actually, we do have a neighbourhood watch of sorts, though... I'm sure they're trying, it's just... there doesn't seem to be much room for order around here.

[ Philip pours Evelyn a cup of coffee. On a beach-sun-related note... ]

If there was then somebody ought to lock Wonderland itself up for life, considering what it does to the laws of physics.

[ After last night's encounter with Daniel he would very much rather not just hand the cup to Evelyn. He puts it down right next to her instead. ]

...Coffee's on the desk, to your left.