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Jacob listened, but the unspoken answer was no, he didn't care. Caring wasn't the point of this exercise, Jacob didn't have to care about what she was saying, he just had to hear it. Oh, he paid attention, he sorted through the words, keeping tabs on anything that may be useful. Anything that might reveal a little about the patient that they didn't already know. Most of what they knew was that Cheshire was violent and malevolent, especially towards Alice. Jacob didn't actually expect to learn much more than that, but he could perhaps learn what the patient knew, perhaps how she knew it. Studying the cat was like studying the inside of a black hole, a singluarity where everything you knew was irrelevant. She was the extreme end of a spectrum so far flung that most psycologists didn't even realize it existed, and many that realized refused to accept it.

"Everyone has dirty little secrets, I wouldn't be very good at what I do if dealing with them frustrated me." He ignored the taunt of getting Alice to come to the cell. It hadn't taken long for Jacob to drop any direct references to Alice. Cheshire would bring her up, always brought her up, but Jacob never uttered the name, never even used pronouns referring to her. He let her continue, not responding. Alice was certainly not as mentally stable as the official record stated, that much Jacob had concluded rather early on. He hadn't decided weather Dr. Carroll had missed something, or intentionally falsified the record, but he had enough reasons to not care.

Suddenly the alarms went off. They weren't as loud in the cell as they were in most other parts of the facility, after all this was the most secure room with the highest priority inmate. Cheshire went on an aside about Peter, Jacob assumed she meant Peter Banning. Regardless, he didn't think there would be anything useful to hear now. He gathered up his briefcase and stood, ready to move on to other patients, again ignoring the references to Alice. "Untill next time then." As he turned toward the door Cheshire spoke again, this time about his brother 'what he says he did.' Jacob almost smiled. "Yes, he will die. I will die. We all will die." he turned his head ever so slightly, "We all deserve to die."

His hand passed over the light switch as he left the room, the door closing behind him and latched, plunging the room back into darkness. Walking down the hall Jacob went over the memories in his head again, from the beginning.