A/N: This is a sequel to Through the Looking Glass, Yet might not make much sense if you havenn't read that one (27K words), but I hope you enjoy this one too. ~ExtraordinarilyxInsane~

I don't remember much, but I do remember Myka was standing over me, looking down upon my body. I was shot, but that wasn't the end. Everything went black and I couldn't hear their voices anymore. I tried to have my mind act out what I had wanted them to do over and over again, but something wasn't right. In the end of every reenactment, Alice was never killed. Never. Had my team really abandoned me?

When I woke up in the hospital I was told that the year was no longer 2012 in which was the year Helena Wells had shot me. Instead, it was a full fifteen years later. It was hard to believe I had been in a coma for that long. The doctors think it had something to do with the "drive by" that I was involved in as well as not only my age, but my mind not wanting to recognize things that had happened to me. Instead, it stayed asleep, replaying what I had wanted to live out. Except it never ended the way I wanted no matter how hard I tried, but I never told them that. Never.

It was the last thing I needed, for them to think I was crazy and keep me in here longer. I needed to get out and continue my job at the Warehouse. I really needed to get in contact with Mrs. Frederic, but I never really knew how when something like this happened.

I had lost a bit of weight but I wasn't hungry. The doctors said that I had gotten nutrition I needed through the IV which was the needle stuck in my arm. At one point I got so irritated with it that I pulled it out. That pissed them off. They had me attend several psyche consults, but no one could find anything wrong with my mind, but they were still keeping me here no matter how many times I told them I had a very important job to get to.

Something inside me was different. I wasn't the same as I was before I used the astrolabe, but I knew people changed all the time, especially after traumatic events, so I wasn't that concerned with it. Wouldn't you have changed if you went through everything I did? A part of me worried, but I shoved the thoughts into the back of my mind. I couldn't afford to pass as a mental patient here much longer. I needed to be discharged or I would walk out of here one way or another.

Police came in one day with my belongings, but when I went through my bag, all of the artifacts I usually carried were gone. I had to have known that they would have taken them. They had to cover their own tracks, but in that they also took my only escape options. I was stuck here. I knew they wouldn't let me just walk out of the door.

No one came to visit. They said the first year I was here that the same five people came in to visit me constantly, bringing things like flowers that they knew I would never see, but they eventually stopped. They had given up on me. So much for the thought of them being family. I hated them and a part of me wanted nothing more for them to…

Then it hit me. I knew what I was suppose to do fifteen years ago, but could I get away with it now? I was assigned with the task of killing Alice and getting rid of her soul once and for all as well as anyone who stood in my way. They all had turned their backs on me. Was it just my mind or should I not consider the thought of revenge on those who had turned away from me? I needed to speak to Mrs. Frederic, but maybe at this point it was impossible.

The days dragged on and I lost track of the days. It was easier to lose track of these days than it was when I was unconscious, which sounded a bit ridiculous. I had lost everything including the only home I had ever known. What would I do now that I was awake and moving?

A soft knock sounded through the door and I stood to answer it. It seemed as if my prayers were answered when Mrs. Frederic stood in front of me.

"Hello, Artie," she almost spat out rudely. It wasn't like her to be this cold to me. I stepped aside to allow her and her bodyguard into my small room. It wasn't much and it was reeked of that horrible hospital stench. Death was at everyone's door here, including mine. No one would let me forget it.

"Just the person I wanted to speak to," I said without a trace of emotion. "I needed to ask…"

Before I got another word out, her hand struck my cheek leaving a red mark that stung like hell. It felt as if my nerves were on fire and the spot pulsated beneath my skin. I lifted my hand and gently rubbed the area, looking confused at the older woman before me. What had enacted that to happen? What had I done to deserve that? I had been asleep for the past fifteen years. What could I possibly have done wrong? She answered my question without me even asking it as if she read my mind.

"You failed, Artie," she sounded frustrated. She turned away from me and started pacing through the room. "You failed to kill Alice and your team members felt the need to take her fate into their own hands. What is worse id the Regents had agreed with it. It's monstrous."

"What did they do?" I asked. I needed to know. All I knew is that in my dreams they didn't kill Alice like I had wanted, but instead they did something else. I never got to see what it was because the dream always went back to the beginning as if I was reliving the moment. I hated it and felt like I wanted to scream because every single little detail was always perfect; everything down to the tiniest detail like what a nonimportant piece of paper said was correct. My memory had yet to fail me.

Mrs. Frederic let out a deep sigh and stopped pacing. She turned and face me looking as if she was about to cry, but she held her posture.

"The Janus Coin. They used the Janus Coin and erased all of Alice's memories the way the Regents did with H.G.. Alice is no longer considered a threat and was adopted by Pete and Myka. She is now a Warehouse agent after them."

I needed to sit down. I didn't know what to do or say, but my body acted on its own and everything went black.