Turning to the street, your mouth still rapidly changing, you quickly recognize it. Your home isn't far from here! You could run there from here, and once you get there... well, you'll figure things out as they come.
Immediately, you break into a dash, running down the sidewalk as fast as you can while you focus most of our efforts on keeping that latex vomit Alice had put in your mouth from sliding down your throat. You can feel it squeezing around your tongue and teeth even as your cheeks continue to inflate and your entire mouth slowly stretches outwards, inflating like a balloon into the familiar rabbit-like form of Alice's own visage. You don't need to see it to know that it's bad, and you keep on coughing in an attempt to get any of the excess latex out before you accidentally swallow it and let it work its ways on the rest of you.
Eventually, just as some rabbity whiskers have started to pull away from your now smooth, puffy, shiny white cheeks, your home comes into view. Almost at the same time, you realize that you've got nearly all of that stuff out. You're home-free, and you won't have to worry about swallowing any of it! Just a little bit further! You start moving full-tilt, pumping your legs as hard as you can and practically leaping towards your front door... when you trip, landing hard on the ground and causing that bit of slimy latex still stuck in your mouth to shoot down your throat, forcing its way down in a single gulp. You drag yourself to your feet, brush yourself off, and hope that it won't do as much damage from the inside as it had been doing near the outside as you walk in your front door and into sanctuary.