"Jervis what would you do if Alice was right here, and wanted to see you?"

Alice? Here? No, that must be a joke. It's a cruel joke by someone pretending to be Dormouse. The Dormouse wouldn't do this to The Hatter, she tells us stories, and talks in her sleep, and, and she doesn't like it when Alice grows too fast in the courtroom. No, this can't be.

"Jervis," I turned to her, her worried face. No, this, this is Dormouse. All she wants is to tell a story. I should listen to her before she falls asleep, I don't have any tea to wake her up this time, "please don't freak out, but I found Alice and I got to know her. She's really nice, thoughtful, and upbeat, I see why you like her. But, she has a lot of things she wants to tell you, and I think it's about time you worked things out."

"But, Alice hates the Hatter," I told her solemnly. It's true, the Hatter and Alice never got along, and I was a fool to think they could.

"In the original maybe, but you're… the new adaption," she looked straight at me with such genuine compassion. She never does that to anyone, she says that showing emotions to people is a sign of weakness, and so she doesn't do it.

"Why even do all this?" Why would she? It's not like Dormouse to do something just out of the kindness of her heart. That's not to say she has no kindness, but Jonathan says she doesn't do anything without an ulterior motive, and though I always insist that she's our friend, a part of me can't stop thinking that he's right.

"Jervis, I just want you to be happy, at least someone here deserves to be."

"But, Alice hates the Hatter," I repeated

"I already told you, this one doesn't."

I felt time stand still, holding me in place, and forcing me to watch as Dormouse called Alice from the other room. Not only that but he was purposely going at a painful slow pace, making remember every single detail of Alice's entrance. From her golden hair, to her pale blue eyes, she looked just as beautiful as the day I first met her. The one thing stood out more than anything though, was the anxiety that showed of her face. She didn't want to be here, she didn't want to see me, I just know she didn't. As soon as she held that phone to her ear I couldn't help but spew out anything and everything I've wanted to tell her for the past four years.

"-"

"Jervis stop!" she yelled. Surprised, I immediately stopped in the middle of my ranting apology. I've never heard my Alice shout, I would've never imagined that sweet voice of hers to be even get that loud.

"I didn't come to hear you say that you're sorry. I've already forgiven you for everything you've done. I just…I want to be the one to talk for once. I want someone to listen to me and to stop trying to give me a list of what's wrong with me," tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Jervis, you once told me that I was the only person who understood you, and you're the same for me. I never had to tell you what's wrong, you just knew, and you came to help me. You're the only one that's never had a problem with my voice or the way I just couldn't help but listen into conversations or that sometimes I'd talk to myself. You just accepted it, and I never appreciated that."

Alice came here for that? This angel came to the dark recesses of Arkham to tell me that she loves… no, appreciates me. As a friend. That's enough, right? Yes, the fact Alice would bless me with her presence willingly is more than I deserve. I want her back in my life, even if it's just as a friend.

"Jervis, are you alright? You haven't said anything." I honestly didn't know what to say at that moment. What could I possibly say in a situation like this? She looked down to the table top.

"I guess, I should just leave n-"

"No!" I cried, "Alice please, don't leave me, not again." She smiled, oh how I've missed her smile.

"I'll visit every Saturday."

"I'd… like that, very much."

"I'll see you next week."

"Wait, before you leave, how did you meet that woman that was here earlier."

"That's Caroline Lewis, she and I work together. In fact, she was the one that convinced me to come see you. Oh and don't tell anyone, but she lied and told the people running the Asylum that she's writing an article on you and me."

"That's very elaborate; she must be a good friend to do all this."

"She really is."

Here's the newest chapter, I just wanted to say, thank you to Morgomir and MissBliss8527 for the reviews of this story. They really help me.