She was perfect. He had tried many replacements for his dear sister. Jim Gordon had taken her from him, he was responsible for his sister's death. Alice had loved him, just as he had loved her, he knew it. It was everyone else that was wrong.
This replacement was the one. He was sure of it – she was the same age, build, even the same dress size. Alice's dress fit beautifully upon her, the blue fabric and ruffles making her look like a storybook character.
Now he just had to wait. Once she would wake, the games would begin. Would she pass his test or fail like the others?
