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"The doctor's call it wonderland syndrome. Where a patient locks themselves away into their own little world. If that is the case then everyone has that. But I guess it's different if you're in an asylum where one of your most famous patients, who had wonderland syndrome, inspired a children's book."

Based on American McGee's Alice I only own Alphonse and Helen.

"Tell me Alphonse how did you sleep?"

"Like hell Doc."

"Tell me what you dreamed about."

"A grin."

"A grin?"

"Yes, a grin."

Alphonse lied on the uncomfortable couch and stared at the ceiling. The cracks on the eggshell ceiling helped to keep his daily routine with his assigned doctor somewhat interesting. He mostly spent time trying to find out where they started from and where they ended.

"This is the third time this week Alphonse you dreamed about a grin. Tell me, what was it doing this time?"

Alphonse glanced at the young woman in the chair. Her blond hair pinned up in a bun as her flashing green eyes looked over a pair of half moon glasses. Those eyes always over analyzing him every time he saw her. The worse part of it all was that she reminded him of his late sister. Same green eyes yet her personality was not as vibrant. He then refocused his gaze on the ceiling and tried to remember his dream. He learned long ago that if you just play along with the doctors in the asylum that they let you go faster and you can have more time to do as you please.

"It was purring. Like a cat. It was almost as if it was calling out to me." Alphonse whipped a hand down his face.

The blond doctor just gave a nod as she scribbled down on a pad of paper and soon stood up. "Well that is all for today Alphonse. I'll have the pharmacy double one of your tonics and we will see next week if this purring grin goes away. They will be here to take you back shortly."

Almost as if on cue two rather larger men entered the room. Both had the looks and personality of a potato as the shorter of the two walked up to Alphonse.

"Alright Alfy." he snorted. "Time ta go." He held up the all too familiar white buckled jacket as Alphonse sighed and willingly let himself be restrained.

The trio walked out into the hall with both men helping to stand him up. As they began to talk about what they were going to do after work, Alphonse bowed his head and let his shaggy, dirty black hair cover his green eyes. He instead listened to the people around him. Patients and nurses alike. He would normally pick up a tip or two about a bad doctor or what dinner would be that evening.

"The leeches! All the damn time! Sucking my blood! Stealing my soul!"

"Look at the flower I drew. I made it with hands, so it can hold you instead."

"Look at him go, poor Alphonse. That scar isn't getting any better."

"You mean the one on his face or the one in his mind? You know he hasn't been right since the fire. Him nor that crazy sister of his."

"Don't bring her up! That poor thing."

Alphonse just continued to look down. Neither his sister nor him could have expected the toll that the unexpected fire had taken on them.

Both Alphonse and his sister Alice where the sole survivors of a fire that struck their family home when he was fifteen and Alice was ten. The fire left him badly burned and a large scar marred the left side of his face. Although Alphonse was equally hurt by the lost of his eldest sister, mother, and father, Alice took it the hardest. She even began to blame herself for the start of the fire and that it was her fault she couldn't save the rest. Mostly because according to the reports the fire started in the library. Alice was the last person to be in it that night.

Alphonse knew of his sister's already fragile mind, even as a child she had an overactive imagination. Just a month before the fire she was telling him a story about a place she called Wonderland. She said it was the second time she had been there and that everything was just as she pictured. Alice went on about tea with a mad hatter and the most ridiculous riddle about a raven and a writing desk.

With this said Alphonse knew that he had to get the notion of guilt out of her mind before it destroyed her. Yet, they said that he was just as delusional as her and placed both of them at Rutledge Asylum. Without Alice to worry about Alphonse let his own guilt and fear gnaw at him in the confines of his room.

Ten years later Alphonse had hear his sister was getting out of Rutledge. They said her recovery was so sudden that it was almost as if she had an epiphany. She woke up that morning and promised to him that she would fight for his release.

However, as rumor had it, she had a relapse a month or so later and suddenly went deeper into her delusions and hung herself. It only infuriated Alphonse more when he heard that his sister's stories of her "Wonderland" adventures were being published. And of all things into a children's novel.

As the two guards placed him back in his room they unstrapped him from his jacket and gave him his tonic. Alphonse then laid down on his bed and closed his eyes and slipped off to sleep, only to be visited once again by that grin.

Helen Monckton sat at the morning meeting along with the other staff at the asylum and shuffled through the papers in her hand. She had to bring it up eventually. It was bad enough that she was the only female on the staff but to be entrusted with something so important that it may solely depend on a man's sanity was another thing.

"Now then!" called out Dr. Mason. He was a stout, portly man with a long beard that reach to the bottom of his round belly. His silver hair sticking out in a wild fashion."We will start with the extreme cases. Dr. Carthage? Would you care to start."

A very thin man with a long nose stood up. He adjusted the thin frames on his thin face as he held the paper to his face. "Yes, Miss. Martha Krupt. She still thinks that she is only seven years old and seems to be getting younger everyday. Today we will try leech treatment and see how well it does."

"Wonderful!" cried Dr. Mason as Carthage took his seat. "Now, Miss. Monckton how about your patient?"

Helen sighed as she stood up and cleared her throat.

"Mr. Alphonse Liddell. Supposed to have mass hallucinations due to his family's horrific passing. So far he seems to be fine. No recent episodes in over a year just a reoccurring dream that should be dealt with in visits to a specialist."

Helen looked up from her paper to see that the room wasn't even paying attention. They never did respect her because she was a woman. To prove it on her first day there they gave her Alphonse, calling him a "hopeless case". That was when she figured now or never and took a deep breath.

"I would like to suggest Alphonse Liddell for discharge as soon as next week."

Soon the whole room was looking at her.

"Are you daft woman?" cried Carthage. "It would be like sending a wild lion out in front of children!"

"He is harmless. If anything his sister was the one who needed help, that she DID not receive. I propose that...he stay with me where I can keep a eye on him."

Carthage chuckled, "Oh so now we come to the root of it. Can't contain you feminine wiles so you are resorting to patients? You sick woman."

Helen scowled and slammed her fist on the table. "How dare you make such a horrible accusation! If anything I am doing what any decent human begin should do; and that is to try and help another hurting human being."

She then put her attention on Dr. Mason who held a look of shock and unease.

"Please Dr. Mason, I implore you...for Liddell sake. Do you really want him to suffer the same fate as his sister?"

Dr. Mason stroked his long beard and gave it a quick tug. "I will need to evaluate him myself, but if he passes then yes, he will be discharged."

Helen smiled while all of the others in the room stared at him as if he had just grown a second head.

"I hope you know what you're doing Miss. Monckton."

Helen continued to smile, 'I hope I do too.'

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