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[Jervis Tetch]

This used to be a funhouse,
But now it's full of evil Clowns

So the freak who stole the show was out, huh? Gone again in a puff of smoke and leaving a chopped up nurse... Swallowing, Jervis paced in his room, each step matching with the tick of the clock. Anger was a rare expression on his face, but it had been on there for such a long time. Alice said she was to be there... Had she lied?

"No, No... She's never lie to me," he murmured to himself, a rather idiotic move to make. Alice was innocence in flesh; she was the posterchild of naive-ness. Is that even a word? he wondred, his mind falling away from Alice. He stopped, his legs aching. He glanced at the camera, wanting to ask it how long he had been pacing, how crazy they thought he was. He stayed silent, fearing that they would reply...

"Where is she!?" he yelled, no longer caring if they thought that he had slipped further away into the pool of insanity. They already thought he was a nutjob, the already figured that he was a lost cause. Nothing was wrong with him! Nothing's wrogn with going to Wonderland, and loving hats! Nothing was strange about convincing others to do favors for you... Was it?

Standing there, feeling alone once more, he finally figured out what he had to do... He had to search for anything that could help him... Maybe there was a chip that they left; maybe he could have hope. He was ging to have a session; they still had those with him, right? Maybe they would come in, try to sedate him if he went off the wall. He really had no plan, did he?

Time for a session with... No, she was gone now. Who was left? That guy who looked through you?"Just great!" he yelped, holding in his hand his ace in the hole. There he was; the man who took Jervis away. The man who was unknowingly helping him escape. Finally, Jervis did it; he plucked the chip on his head, and there they stood, a man who was brainwashed and another who was giggling."Help me out," he murmured, dancing down the hall to freedom,with his little zombie walking behind him. Finally, the doors! Skipping and laughing, Jervis was The Mad Hatter again.

Out of the doors they walked, Jervis taking in the fresh air (though it smelled just like Gotham), feeling free again. "Finally out of the God forsaken place! Now to find Alice!" The Mad Hatter yelled.

But where was Alice?

[Cecelia Asher]

The slowness of the Asylum was completely eerie in the eyes of the young British girl. The patients in the incurables ward sat around in their wheelchairs, hardly moving, like mechanically-run dolls without the cranks that operated them. Cecelia Asher let out a little sigh as she positioned herself down in front of an elderly woman with glassy, vacant eyes like the ones from the gypsy fortune teller machines on the board walk. She imagined what the woman was like in her youth, maybe a bubbly girl with dreams and a real life as she focused the lenses of her camera just right. With the quick snap of the button, a little piece of the woman's soul was locked away in the confines of Cecelia's camera which sounded off with a flash of light that didn't even make the woman blink. Cecelia removed the lens from blocking her eye contact, and she looked into the eyes of the woman before her. She didn't understand what had gone wrong; she really didn't.

"I'm almost done." She let out the words, though it hardly mattered to the woman, her hair affray from months of mishandling, a small string of drool appearing in the corners of the woman's mouth. The nurse had told her earlier that the woman didn't even know she was there. With two more hits to the button, Cecelia had finished the last roll of film for the day, tucking them away in the canvas totebag she used as a purse. "I'll see you tomorrow then?"

And with that, Cecelia found herself, heading down the hall, unaware of the dangers of the night, pulling her car keys from her bag as she walked, expecting nothing other than a calm drive home.