The guards were completely baffled as to why Molly McKean had just walked all the way from Gotham City, commandeered a ferry, and made her way across the water to Arkham Asylum. They were also confused as to how she had done it as she was walking with an exaggerated limp and was covered in blood in various states of dry and wet.
"Molly, you okay?" Aaron Cash asked the young woman. She shook her head and sniffled.
"No. Hatter's cross with me," She said simply.
"Hatter did this to her? Jeesh, she looks like Harley Quinn does after one of Joker's tirades," Mark said.
"Why'd Hatter do this to you?" Cash asked. Molly sniffled.
"I yelled at that girl," She said. "She's not Alice, I know she's not Alice. Alice doesn't cry because her head's been put in a teapot, Alice doesn't look at crumpets as if they're poisoned, Alice isn't afraid of us. Hatter became very cross. He insisted she was Alice, but I know she wasn't and he-he-he hit me. And he kept hitting me. I'm very cross with him now."
"Why'd you come here, Molly? Why didn't you go to a hospital?" Stevens asked. "You could've been helped sooner."
"The Castle is safest with all of the cards. I don't like the other hospitals outside of Wonderland. I couldn't go to my other home because-" She cut herself off and paused before looking back up at Cash. "Do you want me to go?"
"No! Stevens, run ahead and tell the doctors to come here with a stretcher. Ms. McKean has walked too much, we don't want to risk further damage by moving her without a stretcher."
"Yes sir," the Guard said before taking off.
"Now, Molly, where is Hatter?" Cash demanded. Molly shook her head.
"Hatter will have the queen- well, it'll be off with my head if I tell you, sir. I like my head, I'm rather quite attached to it." Cash and Mark cracked a grin despite the situation.
Molly suddenly started to sway and grabbed her head.
"Oh, someone's spinning me around. Now that's quite rude. Stop it," She mumbled before tipping. Mark rushed forward and caught her before she could hit the ground. "I'm a little teapot short...and stout...here is my han...dle," she trailed off, her eyes slipping closed.