Author's note: Well here's the latest chapter that I've been working on during this last month. I was originally thinking on making it a short one, but I've been working on other stories and this chapter began to gain length and I kept writing stuff. Well… I just have to say this is a normal length chapter instead of a short one. So I hope you enjoy it.

Anyway, let's begin.

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing all belongs to EA.

CHAPTER 18

ALL ABOARD

Shepard and Co. followed the directions given to them by Caterpillar. Just as he had said, there was a train station on the spot he had indicated. They witnessed that the small stop was in need of a little maintenance, but still serviceable. The team took a moment to wonder as to why they hadn't noticed the railroad lines before, seeing how they ran through the mountain with sections floating in the sky like the rest of the scenery. They chalked up as another oddity of this place.

With no immediate pressing concern at the moment, they decided to wait for the train arrival. Soon enough, they heard the sounds of a locomotive in the distance.

"It looks like our ride is here." Shepard announced.

Believing that they would be greeted by an old XIX century locomotive, none of the members of the ground team was ready for the sight before them.

"Oh… my… gosh!"

Instead of the plain motorized internal-combustion set of wheels that should been pulling a long line of wagons over a rail, the ground team was greeted by what could be considered a massive Gothic cathedral or castle on wheels… They really weren't expecting that.

The great marvel of Architecture and Engineering was composed of black stone walls and black, jagged steel. Each section of -what could be considered- wagons was a castle unto itself; so massive in size that each one rivaled the dimensions of many European fortresses. There were even windows decorating the walls of the fortresses filled with exotic glass panels in which one could see a fire burning from within that caused a hellish glow to emanate from the structure. Black, thick pillars of smoke rose from the locomotive obscuring the sky and leaving a trace of darkness behind the train's wake. It was pretty awe inspiring… and rather ominous to look at.

"This certainly wasn't in the books." Kasumi murmured awe-struck like the others.

Their little jaw-slacked gaping session was interrupted by a voice coming from the locomotive. "Hello there, friends! I take it you're in need of a ride. Hop inside the Looking Glass Express, is the fastest method of travel through out wonderland. We have stops on every single one of the most important spots known off."

Shepard searched for the owner of the voice and was mildly surprised to see a blue-skinned turtle with a giant bovine head wearing a ferry-man cap in the place of the driver for the Cathedral-train.

Miranda approached the weird creature, shaking her daze away. "You're the Mock Turtle aren't you?"

The creature nodded in confirmation. "Aye that's me! Former driver of the previous Looking Glass Express, then former captain of the H.M.S GRIFFON –May it rest peacefully at the bottom of the ocean- and now driver once again of the Looking Glass Express since it's reopening, at your service. You wish to go somewhere I wager?"

"Yes…yes, that's right." Said the spectre trying to avoid stumbling on his words. "Caterpillar told us that we could reach the land of the Queen of hearts if we took this train."

The Mock Turtle suddenly began to shiver at that statement and his demeanor turning pretty skittish. "You want to reach Queensland! Terrible idea! The Queen of Hearts is not someone you want to tangle with, she has a nasty temper and is even nastier in her treatment of others. I'd stay clear from that place if I were you friend, unless of course you're willing to part ways with your head."

Shepard was not dissuaded despite the warnings. He was determined to accomplish his mission. "Sorry but I have no other option. I need to go through Queensland if I wish to reach Alice before anything happens to her. I heard she's in trouble back in London."

Mock Turtle began singing a different tune after hearing that statement. "You want to help Alice? Why didn't you said so? We all have been pretty worried for her sake since that nasty business with the old witless went down. It's good to know there are decent people out there willing to lend her a hand in her times of trouble. You and your friends are pretty brave for daring to enter Queensland in order to help her. I myself cannot stand getting near that place without wetting my shell. Very well then, you and your friends should get on board, there's no time to waste. I'll take you all to Queensland, free of charge!"

"Fine by me." Replied Shepard, he turned towards the others. "Alright team, let's get inside."

The ground team entered inside one of the massive fortress wagons and found to their surprise that the interior was quite normal. There wasn't any difference between the interior of this train and that from the old model trains that were found on earth, only that everything here was quite elegant like if they were on first class.

Kasumi really dig the set-up. "Nice! Now this is the way to travel. It is missing a bar but maybe I can convince Alice to put one once we find her."

The train began moving soon enough, with nothing better to do at the moment the teammates went to find their own seats and enjoy the sights, or at least that was the plan if Jack hadn't started to freak out.

"OH FUCK! Not you again!"

Shepard went to see what was that had the tattooed woman all worked up. He found her pointing a finger at an individual that was idly gazing through the window on his seat.

Now this man was an odd sight. He was tall and gaunt and his skin was so pale it was almost snow-like. His hair in contrast was pitch-black, long and disheveled. His eyes were like a pool of darkness and instead of irises or retinas; he had shining stars that shone bright as the sun. He was dressed in a long cloak that was black as night and seemed to be covered in starlight, like watching a starry night in a clear sky. Ok he was remarkable enough, but that was hardly a reason for freaking out, after all they had seen a lot of strange since entering wonderland.

The stranger took his gaze from the window and stared at Jack. "AH! Jack. How fortuitous to find you in here. I trust you and Alice have been doing well. I've been waiting for her to inquire on how things been faring, but she hasn't returned as of yet; seems she's having quite a bit of trouble back in her home dimension." He said in a nonplussed tone.

That comment caught the commander's attention. "Who are you? How do you know Jack and Alice?"

Jack answered that question before the man could speak. "His name's Moebius, he calls himself the Greek god of dreams. I didn't think he was for real at first, I thought he was just some weirdo with a god-complex. But then he did things and said things that were too out there to ignore. I don't know, I'm starting to have doubts."

The so called god made a dismissive motion with his hand and went back to look through out the window. "I already told you I'm not a god. It was mankind that has regarded me as such over the centuries for not being able to understand my true nature. My powers are way beyond the reach of the gods; even they have to employ a degree of caution when entering in my domain."

Shepard frowned at hearing that. He had a suspicion this man was not human, alongside a feeling that told him he should remember him from somewhere. "Then how should I call you? For some reason you remind me of someone I've met in the past."

This brought the not-god attention over Shepard. "Ah, yes! Commander Shepard. You may call me Dream, the lord and guardian of the dreaming. I don't think I need to elaborate what my title entails; you seem to be a smart one after all. And no, you and I haven't personally met yet, at least not beyond my occasional sight of your dream-consciousness passing through while I oversee those who traverse the dreaming. But you do have met one of my siblings already, my older twin sister in fact. You may remember her for the tattoo on her eye."

That brought the surface of a memory to the forefront of Shepard's mind. "You know, all this can be enough to leave a girl swoon on her feet."

"Death!" Exclaimed the commander in revelation.

Dream gave him a nod. "Indeed, my sister tends to always carry her assignments with a personal touch. She always seems to make an impression over those who meet her."

Shepard decided to be a good idea not to pry too much in the business of entities like Dream and his family so he steered the topic to a more immediate concern. "What do you know about Alice? Do you have any idea of what troubles her?"

"I'm afraid any insight I may give about her concerns on the physical world would be something you already don't know. My attentions are more focused in the issues that are developing inside wonderland right now."

That caught Shepard off-guard. "Is something wrong with wonderland?"

Dream brought his attention back to the window with a longing gaze. "Nothing that can be considered too serious yet... Alice's powers have recently become too great for her too control properly, the realm of wonderland that once used to exist solely inside young Alice's head is now transforming itself into a dimension of its own and is clashing with the forces of the universe for the right of becoming a plane of existence. Because of it, slips tend to occur here and there. That is why you and your teammates were able to enter in wonderland in the first place, the tears in reality that are resulting of this conflict of dimensions are what allow you to enter wonderland and go to the distant past." He said as if he was speaking of something as mundane as the weather.

Shepard required a little time to make sense of the things Dream had just spoke. "Wait a minute! I don't know you, but reality falling apart doesn't sound to be a pretty good thing to me. What happens if Alice can't get her powers under control?" he asked, feeling concerned for the girl.

The sudden serious expression that Dream took did nothing to reassure his worries. "Then the foundings of her wonderland would turn unstable, making this place to buckle unto itself dragging along every dimension and reality that was connected with it at the moment of collapse. Wonderland would then become a soft place, a term employed in the highest spheres of creation to label a certain zone were reality collides with other dimensions causing instabilities in the fabric of the universe. Past, present and future become one; for time stops to have any meaning inside a soft place, and the barriers between realms disappear allowing entities to move back and forth between dimensions. That is, if they ever manage to find a way out. Not many dare to enter a soft place willingly and fewer still ever manage to find an exit. As you can see, this eventuality is not something that is taken lightly by the powers that be, hence why I'm here overseeing the development of this situation."

The conversation had attracted the attention of the rest of the ground team, suffice to say they thought the situation to be; either, pretty serious or pretty messed up.

"I don't know, but that sounds pretty bad to me if it were to happen" said Shepard, even though many aspects about the matter were wayyyyyy above him. "So, are you here to give Alice a hand to preventing her wonderland from… collapsing as you say?"

Dream shook his head in a negative. "No… I can only offer her advice and guidance; I'm not permitted to make a direct approach unless the situation where to make a turn for the worst. There are ancient rules in place that forbids me from interfering in another realm's matters when it already has an appointed lord and ruler. In this case, Alice is the appointed ruler of this dimension since it is her own creation, it falls on her the responsibility to deal with any problem that may arise inside wonderland. Only when the problem goes beyond control and threatens the stability of the rest of the universe, I will be allowed to intervene."

Shepard wasn't taking that explanation very well, what kind of idiotic law was that? It kind off reminded him of the council at that. "That has no sense! Why would you not intervene if it is obvious you have the power to contain this situation from the beginning? What kind of higher power would allow an entire dimension to be so close to destruction when it could be prevented in time?" he asked dumbfounded.

Dream only reply was an nonchalant shrug "Well.. To be honest, these rules were not made for mortals to follow. Usually those who command and rule entire dimensions are only Gods or other divine beings or higher entities not too unlike me. It was never intended… In fact! I can hardly remember instances were a mortal has been able to create a dimension of its own to rule it as he, or in this case, she sees fit. These rules were made so that higher beings would not be stepping on the toes of each other when dealing with matters that can, and should, be resolved by the respective rulers of a specific realm… I believe you mortals are not unfamiliar to this kind of terms, yourselves. If I'm not mistaken, your law-enforcement agencies have a word to describe this situation. They call it jurisdiction, if I remember correctly." The endless stated, raking his memory (for it is debatable that what it is inside his head would be a brain, at least in the sense that most people would understand) for the specific definition he was looking for.

Obviously, that answer leaved the commander and any other who was listening mind-numb "Wait a minute…" Indeed, Shepard required some time for his mind to comprehend what he had been just told "You're telling me! That the reason because you cannot help Alice is because it's out of your Jurisdiction? Seriously; What the hell, man?!"

That little outburst actually managed to pull a chuckle out of the primordial entity "You've never stopped and wondered how the universe does to run itself, do you? Whatever legal restraints and procedures your mortal judicial systems have managed to come up with during your species entire histories, believe me, they don't hold a candle against the Divine Bureaucracy that is run in the highest spheres of creation. But you shouldn't worry about Alice that much, is not the first time she has to prevent a crisis that's been threatening to destroy her Wonderland before. She's much stronger and able than what she appears at first sight, I have faith she'll be able to deal with this situation on her own. But you first have to make sure she's safe on the waking world before trying to fix the problems of her dream world."

That statement hit Shepard like a bucket of cold water. It reminded him right away of his mission and more immediate concerns. "That's…. That's true (…..) but what good would it do if I save Alice now, only to be unable to help her later when her mind comes in danger of being destroyed?"

Dream remained impassive and stared at Shepard intently. "I know you think the situation to be rather frustrating right now. But don't worry, the truth is, this little issue with wonderland is not that serious. Yes, the consequences for failing are quite dangerous, but the solution for this problem is quite simple and nothing outrageous in the least. All she has to do is train to control the new increase of her powers and find her center to keep things form going haywire. Nothing that a few hours of meditation per day wouldn't fix; I'm pretty sure you're more than qualified to help her in this regard." Dream said in a bored tone, waving off the tension with a flick of his hand.

Obviously, the commander was flabbergasted by that answer, in his experience, things are never that easy. "That's it! That sounds almost too easy to be true."

Dream was now half-acknowledging him, going back to peering through the window of his seat. "Not all things are resolved by blowing up stuff or shooting people up Commander. A man with an impressive military career like you should already know that the most complicated problems tend to have the most simplest of solutions. Also on the other side of the coin, the fact that something is simple does not mean that it will be easy, often the simplest things are the ones that can be the most difficult to accomplish."

Shepard really couldn't find fault in that logic. He had forgotten he already knew that, how foolish of him. "Maybe you're right. Still I can't help but worry knowing if Alice were to fail she could die. But you're right there's no use worry about that right now. I have a more real and immediate threat against Alice to deal with at the moment. I'll worry about the rest once she's safe and back at the Normandy"

Dream nodded at that course of action "That is a sensible choice; I would also tell you not fret over the business of higher beings. They usually tend to resolve themselves on their own, you should relax instead. Your destination, and the path you're about to traverse, are filled with much dangers and adversities. It would be inadvisable for you to try to brave them without a clear head."

"Is that your last piece of advice?" asked the Spectre.

"My advice to you would be to stop worrying about the big things, they're out of your reach and there's nothing that can be done about it, after all. Instead, focus on the little things; try to take care of every single one little issue that may arise, no matter how drab or banal they may be. Do this and you'll see how the big things will take care of themselves. Do not despair, I have confidence that you'll manage to pull through for Alice. Just keep doing what you do best, that'll be enough to help her wade through any problem she has to deal with. Now if you excuse me, I would like to have some time to enjoy the view." Dream said as closing statement. He then went back to see the flowing landscape through the window, taking his attention completely away from the commander, signifying the end of their conversation.

Shepard decided to respect his wishes and leaved the ancient being in peace for now, He needed time to ponder his words and advice given through the conversation anyway. The commander left in search of a seat, Jack too decided to follow his lead since dealing with Dream was something way out of her usual fields of expertise. In the end Shepard too decided for an empty window seat to look towards the sights that wonderland had to offer, maybe if he followed Dream's advice and relaxed instead of getting all worked up about things he cannot change would help him understand better the wisdom in the words of the ancient god of dreams.

Alice was cursing, helpless and in desperation, at the heavens for her bad luck. How did everything turned out this badly after all the cautious steps she took to escape from London and avoid detection? The worst and most dreaded ending she had been trying too fervently from preventing had just come to pass. She had been captured! She was currently bound, stripped from her belongings and was being carted back towards Rutledge Asylum. Her worst fears and nightmares were about to become a reality. She had trashed and fight with all her might against such a fate, but all her efforts were for naught. She was too tired now to even consider giving fully into desperation. All she could do in her almost torpor state was to replay the events in her mind that leaved her condemned to this wretched destiny.

Flashback

Her grip on the knife was getting slippery more and more as the seconds passed. The blood that trickled from the blade soaked completely in the vitae was the reason why her grip was faltering. It had already stained her black wool gloves, filtering through the fabric and coming in contact with her skin despite the hand-wear, muddling her grasp on the weapon. She would have to get rid of that glove after this, what a drag! It was one from the only par she had with her.

She had done it again! She had killed someone once more but this time, just like when confronting Bumby, she had done it with all the intention of the world without feeling not even a minuscule pang of regret because her newest victim was a despicable excuse of human being, trash whose death made the world a better place.

While making her way through London's seedier and rundown parts trying to keep herself ahead of the police that surprisingly was still carrying on with her search for her even here where the gangs take residence, she stumbled with someone she hadn't saw for the past 6 months. She could probably have made do without meeting him again for the rest of her life.

Wasn't like she had the intention to murder someone in the middle of the night when she awoke this morning, but when you're walking through a dark alley during late hours and you hear the scream of a woman, you usually felt compelled to go and take a look. Imagine her surprise when Alice found a man trying to assault a woman in a dark corner. Nevermind you could clearly tell that the woman was a Judy, it was the idea of the principle that mattered.

Her surprise was even greater when she managed to take a good look at the attacker. It was that Jack Splatter fellow that had broke in Nan's brothel six months ago, killing Long Tim and almost leaving her for dead by smacking her unconscious with a blow to the head and setting fire to Nan's establishment until it burned down. Yes, she certainly had an ax to grind with this one.

So she confronted the wretched man, taking his attention away from the woman who was sporting several cuts already, giving her time to run away from her attacker in a fit of screams and go in search for help as loud as her set of lungs allowed her. But Jack didn't care about that; it seemed he had not forgotten her after all these months.

"Well… Look what we have here, if it isn't crazy lil' Alice. What a surprise to find you in here! Should I feel honored that you've so gently decided to take a moment from your, oh! so busy schedule to have a word with me? Talk on the street says you're being pretty sought after as of late. You tramps are all the same, always enrapturing the attentions of men. I still haven't forgotten your kind words to me that night at the Gaol, I'm of a mind to show my appreciation of them."

Alice did nothing to show her disgust at the known killer and arsonist with a scowl marring her usual sweet features. "Jack Splatter… Can't say I'm glad to meet you once more. Still being a blood-sucking leech like usual. You haven't changed in the least, you still are the same parasite of society for what I see. Aren't you supposed to be in jail?"

The murderous crook did not appreciate the insult and smacked Alice in the face sending her to the ground. "Shut up whore! Your kind has no right to speak to your betters like that! Because of you and that whore you call Nan, I spent 3 months in the Gaol. But as you can see, I managed to get out, but now I have to live with an eye over my shoulder now that I'm a wanted man. So I decided to get revenge on your kind for what you've done to me. Seems fortune is smiling on me since one of those responsible for my disgrace has been delivered to me in a silver platter and I don't intend to waste this opportunity! I'm going to make sure to teach you a lesson" Jack said with a maniacal glint in his eyes while raising his blade and start caressing it with sensual hand-motions. "Yes… I believe a very thorough lesson is in order"

Alice turned from her prone position and looked at him with a deep hatred in her eyes, nurturing her busted lip with a hand. Her look of defiance was not appreciated by the madman.

"What's with that look!? Stop looking at me! You dare to look at me with such disapproval! As if you are fit to judge me! How dare you judge me!? You're nothing! Just a little shameless slut whose reckoning has finally come! I'll carve out your eyes for daring to look at me. Maybe after I'm done with you I should pay a visit to that slut of a Nan of yours. Should end what I began six months ago…"

Jack approached the girl in his rage induced madness and pulled her from her hair with as much brutality as he could muster. Alice endured the sudden surge of pain with much defiance, she was not going to give him the satisfaction of making her scream. And she was not as helpless as he believed her to be.

With all the strength she could muster, she brought her fist right into Jack's crotch, toppling the criminal over and making him wail like a little girl.

"AAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…. YOU BITCH" screamed the crook clutching his injured manhood.

Now any other woman in her right mind would have taken this opportunity to put as much miles between her and her attacker by now, but as we already know, Alice is not just any other woman. So what did she do? She pulled out her own knife and decided to turn Jack into her personal pincushion or knife-cushion in this case.

Jack was too stupefied to react when Alice sink her knife in the middle of his chest, his brain needing a few seconds to process this sudden turn of the tables. It wasn't until Alice gave a sharp twist to the knife to cause the blade to do the major amount of damage possible and then began to carve a bloodied trail all over his thoracic cage that he was able to show a reaction.

"Aaaaargh! Ack! Ghk! D… Damn you, harlot…" Jack spat, choking and barely able to speak because of the blood flooding and drowning his lungs. He crumbled backwards on the street, sitting with his back on a wall, wheezing. It was a sure thing that his life was not far from ending, at the distance; one could hear the shouts and noises from the police getting near. Alice thought prudent to leave.

The dying psychopath let out a last painful chuckle. "I hope they catch you… I hope they catch you and toss you in a dark hole for the rest of your life, it is more than you deserve… But I will enjoy knowing you'll suffer until your dying breath once they send you back to the Asylum… I just regret… I'll not be able to be there to see it… Beeeeerghhhhh…" Jack choked and coughed a little blood before laying still, so ended to life of Jack Splatter a poor excuse of a man who didn't amount to be nothing more than a low-level pimp, a liar, a rapist, a cheat, a killer and a psycho. And in the end he got himself being killed by a young petite girl in a run-down and seedy dark alley.

Alice didn't bother to give one last look or some parting words to the dead man; he wasn't worth it. Besides, she had some other, more, pressing concerns at the moment.

High tailing it, Alice went deeper into the alley hoping she could find a way to disappear through a side street. She didn't count that the cops were not the only ones chasing after her.

"Oooooffffff!" Alice mouthed after bumping into something really big; or in this case, someone…

"Look 'ere brother… Isn't that loony, everybod's looking fo'? You remember her time in d' Asylum, a'ight? What was her name?"

"Aye, bro'. I remember little Alice 'ere, I remember d' scar she gave me that time during supper. She's grow some, not by much. Still not enough to pass her as a competent dish"

Alice mentally cringed at hearing those voices, her train of thought was on the line of "Oh God, not them, not here, not now." But of course her prayers went unheeded and she was left no other option but to face the ugly reality.

Standing before her were the two orderlies that used to torment her during her time in Rutledge. The superintendent nephews! One could consider them the real life counterparts of Tweedledum and Tweedledee, both were big, both were burly and both were complete blockheads. But right now, Alice could only use one word to describe them and that was trouble.

"Seems she's bound fo' a returning trip to d' Asylum. Always knew she would return someday, didn't I? Should we take her now?" Asked one of the big oafs towards his companion with a wicked grin.

"Aye, we should. But we should take our time too. N'body said anything 'bout bringing her fresh… or unspoiled. Would serve her right to remind her not to mess with us after all d' trouble she gave us." said the other before approaching menacingly towards the young girl, one hand forward with the intent to grab her.

Alice had already endured a trying encounter that she would had preferred to have avoided entirely and was not in the mood for seconds. "Get out of my way you dullards! I don't have time for the likes of you!" She yelled before slashing at the offending hand with her knife, eliciting a scream from the burly man making him take a step back. She then tried to stab him in the neck but that step back managed to be a decisive factor and she only managed to stab him in the shoulder, close to the collarbone.

"BRO! Get away fro' him you WENCH!" The other sibling bellowed and quickly went in help of his twin. Alice response was a slash to the face.

"AAAAAAAGH!"

Now Alice found this to be the perfect moment to make herself scarce, with one of the two thugs incapacitated and the other unable to see properly because of the blood on his eyes blurring his vision. She didn't even bothered to make a smart comment as parting words, considering it a waste of time with the police so close to her location and approaching.

Sadly it was too late for her to escape; the police had already closed the roads and put men in every alleyway after being tipped by the whore Jack was assaulting and finding the madman's corpse while she was busy dealing with the twins. So Alice found herself hounded from all sides with cops lying in wait at every turn. It wasn't long before they finally managed to corner her.

Unlike when dealing with Jack or the twins, Alice knew that trying to fight the police was plain stupid. She tried one last desperate effort to escape by attempting to shove and push her way out, not very effective when the odds are composed of a petite girl against several big men. It wasn't a surprise that they caught her.

She didn't resist when they took her knife away, that would had been incredible moronic, but when they began to search her and some hands were reaching very close to some inappropriate places, she decided to retaliate.

SLAP!

"Keep those wandering hands to yourself! I don't appreciate being touched on such personal places without having given my consent first."

This of course rapidly escalated into a little struggle and the cops had to drag Alice, kicking and screaming into a cart bound for the Asylum. They read her rights to her and informed her that the decision had been made to sent her back to Rutledge because of her assaults on Radcliffe and the superintendent's nephews were some serious breaches on her acclimatization period (killing Pris Witless and Jack Splatter didn't count since they could be labeled as self defense and there were witnesses for both cases that could confirm this claim) But she was to be sent back to the Asylum to diagnose her mental state and deem if she was fit to be living among the rest of society since the latest incidents in which she's been involved have been pretty serious.

Flashback ends

And that's how she found herself in her current situation, tired and defeated, she could do nothing but be at the mercy of fate. No… She would not let it end like this! She would not allow them to try to break her again. She knows she's defeated for now, but not vanquished. She will bide her time for now and wait for an opportunity to escape. The last time she was confined, she was nothing but a broken doll, but this time her mind is of her own and she would make sure to put into to the best and maximum use. They would not know what hit them when she unleashes that special kind of hell only she can deliver. All of them will suffer the same fate of those who have tried to break her mind before and failed, like Bumby. She will not bow to the whims of her destiny, she will fight with teeth and nail if she has too, but she will rise over the obstacles that fate has declared to throw in her way. She will beat fate itself and forge her own destiny by herself…

She will be free…

In some place, far away from time and space, Destiny was reading all this on his book… and he smiled.

Well that is all for now, sorry to disappoint if any of you were expecting the debut of the Queen of hearts but I had to deal with these 2 scenes first. And least you can be sure that there's nothing else in the way for the Queensland incursion. I don't intend for anymore scenes in London until Shepard and his team arrives in the past.

And then comes Alice's rescue and escaping back to the Normandy, effectively and decisively leaving her in Shepard's time permanently. No more London scenes and then I can fully focus in the Mass Effect games plot, alongside my own.

Anyway, I'm working in other stories too, so that factored in the time it took me for writing this chapter. But they're going to be ready soon, so keep an eye on my profile for when I upload them.

Been working alongside my brother in a crossover between Ranma and Skyrim, which is a weird thing that no one has thought in one before, and we've been making very good progress. Is not that elaborated or descriptive like this story, though. I decided to write that story in a script format to reduce the writing time. But is good and thanks to my brother's support the first chapter is turning to be pretty long, we have 50 pages already!

Note that unlike this work, that one is not a serious one. We're playing it just for laughs, so it has a lot of ridiculous and incredibly stupid situations. Just so you know to avoid some people from getting prissy if some scenes border on Mary-Sue levels.

My brother is fan of the Ranma stories from Black Dragon6, and one day he approached me and said; "Hey, let's do a Ranma ½ story with Skyrim just like these ones. It would be pretty cool don't you think?" and I said "Sure… Let's do it."

So if you read any of Black Dragon6 works, you should know what to expect. By the way my brother has an account in this site too, name's Farcochat but he doesn't write anything, I'm the one who writes the stories.

Anyway, so that's what I've been up to lately. So make sure to keep an eye on my profile for any update and leave a review for this chapter, and I'll read you all next time.