Snippet #2720727

It had been two weeks since all had happened in the Asylum. Yet, Alice found herself remembering everything. At times she found herself dozing off and memories of Wonderland sprung to the fore to assault her sense in sadistic joy. Often she would wake up screaming and crying, and many a time she considered phoning for Henry --- Henry and James, both of them were the only ones she could truly trust. A voice had told her this, the voice had whispered a lot. It spoke things no one should know. Including deep down she missed Cheshire and worse missed what had happened... The taunting, the childish paedophilic games. At first it had all hurt, but the sing-song rhyming and little games like Hiding and Seeking... She had been terrified out of her mind, shaking and crying... Yet... yet she craved it all again...

Normally in any relapse, she would telephone Dr Carroll and go over breathing exercises. Keep in control, stay in control. The presence though knew this, it sang songs she remembered with pure fear. The place where everything back to front or upside down, the place where rules and facts were unheard of. So many doubted Wonderland existed, but she it did. She knew she remembered the talking flowers, the surreal aberrations of people.

The presence knew, and it was as she stood watching out of the window, she heard voices, spinning around, her eyes darted back and forth, breathing harder she heard a conversation. That was Vitas and Jack... They were talking, they discussed. It was a trick. No way would people betray her. They knew better. Everyone knew better. The presence knew her, and could easily mislead. But what if it was true? What if the voice sharing those voices was being honest? Vitas, she was unclear. Hard to read, in fact, Henry has always had misgivings about her.

Truthfully they all had.

Maybe they were correct...

Maybe the presence was helping her? But what was the presence... Should she be scared or far more cautious? Alice needed to think. That conversation alarmed her.

Evidently, she needed to call a staff meeting, but first, she needed to see Henry and James, no one else. No one else could be trusted.

Approaching her desk she pushed the buzzer, "Brenda, send for Dr Jekyll and Dr Hook, please. It is urgent." falling into her seat she tried to analyse and understand her thoughts. What to tell them? Mention the Presence, the anger she felt suggested she should not. But Alice had never been one to ignore a challenge, she simply yelled, "I AM WARDEN, ALICE LIDDLE. YOU HAVE NO CONTROL HERE VOICE!" it seemed to go silent leaving her mind alone with her own thoughts.