Hehehe... Here we go! Sorry about the shortness, but I want this to be a sort of interlude...
"I'm Surprised You Don't Remember Me..."
The sound of the dripping water was driving Dr. Dawson to madness. It had been silent for what he guessed was an hour or so; he couldn't check for sure, his pocket watch had been broken in the scuffle. The young lady was in the corner by Basil, who was laying on the straw, asleep. His breathing was still shallow, but not as fast as before, and Dr. Dawson knew Basil wouldn't suffer any long term injuries. The lady was staring at Basil, a stare that had thoughts swarming behind it, a stare that meant she was thinking heavily.
"Madame, are you hurt?" Dr. Dawson asked, as he caught glimpse of her arm. One of the sleeves was missing off the dress she wore, the arm with the sleeve gone wrapped in a bandage near her shoulder. She snapped to attention, thoughts broken.
"Madame, did I alarm you?"
"It does not matter. No, I'm not hurt."
He could tell she was lying because there was the faint mark of a bloodstain through the fabric, but Dr. Dawson didn't want to push the subject.
"I noticed your dress is made out of silk, not the proper bandage material, and-"
"Silk is all I have on, doctor. I had no other choice."
"But to ruin that pretty dress-"
"A pretty dress doesn't matter when someone is in danger. I would take the silk for anything right now. A blanket, a bit of bread, another candle..."
Her voice drifted off and it was silent once more. The silence continued for several minutes until the young lady spoke again.
"His scar, here," she mentioned, pulling back the corner of Basil's shirt to expose the wound Ratigan had made, the deepest bodily wound Basil had suffered that fateful night with Ratigan. "Where is this from?"
"He did battle with Ratigan, the wretch that is keeping us here," answered Dr. Dawson bitterly. He was not pleased when the young woman laughed, a laugh full of misplaced mirth.
"You should know better than anyone that Ratigan is dead. I read the papers, I was there that night the Queen awarded the medals for heroic deeds. You might have even seen me there. It is not Ratigan that holds us captive."
She pulled Basil's shirt back into place and tried to straighten one of his bent whiskers, her fingers delicate and tapered. Dr. Dawson thought hard. He did remember that night, being awarded by the Queen herself, but he could not place her face.
"I'm surprised you don't remember me, doctor. I was surprised I was not part of the plot for Ratigan to take over Mousedom. I think it was by pure luck I was not in London that night..."
"Who are you? Who are you, that you wear silk and have a hidden dagger and claim to remember us?"
Dr. Dawson was getting frustrated with the games the young lady was playing.
"Why, I am the Princess, the Queen's daughter."
Oh, plot twist! Hehehe... I'll update soon, okay? Thanks for reading and leave me a review, please! (My plot bunnies are working on the next chapter!)