ALiCE in WoNDeRLaND
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"Who died?"
Miyka'el looked at me like I was a complete moron. "'Who died?'" He laughed cruelly.
"They killed your former shrink before your eyes. I don't think 'dying' is 'le mot juste' in
this situation." (A/N: "le mot juste" - French for "the right word")
"Hey, who's telling the story, here, Miyka'el?" Zale asked. "So they kill your shrink, er,
doctor, in your presence, and you, uh... You kinda... got a little upset."
"Upset?" I asked.
"You went postal," Zione said.
"Oh."
"And you... really did become a comatose schizophrenic," Zale added.
"This is where we come in," Namdhari pointed out.
"Yes, because where else do crazy people go but WoNDeRLaND?" Miyka'el sneered.
"People in comas go to WoNDeRLaND?" I asked.
"No, honey," Namdhari argued. "You ain't in a coma. You're a comatose schizophrenic.
There's a bit of a difference."
"See, people in comas are asleep. People who are comatose are awake, but refuse to
move. They're, like, scared to or something," Aurick explained.
"Scared?" I asked. "Wait, if I'm not asleep..."
"Schizophrenics prefer to live in their own little worlds. You seem to like this one,"
Zione whispered.
I paused. "Are you saying this is all in my head?"
They began to protest, but Zale stopped them. "We hope not, but... it very well could be.
Like Nam said, you're not asleep."
"You just need me because I'm crazy?" I demanded.
"That's the same way I reacted," Miyka'el muttered.
"I don't believe this," I told them, rising to my feet.
"Whoa, whoa," Namdhari said, getting up, too. "Three, where are we?"
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-11-
"Who died?"
Miyka'el looked at me like I was a complete moron. "'Who died?'" He laughed cruelly.
"They killed your former shrink before your eyes. I don't think 'dying' is 'le mot juste' in
this situation." (A/N: "le mot juste" - French for "the right word")
"Hey, who's telling the story, here, Miyka'el?" Zale asked. "So they kill your shrink, er,
doctor, in your presence, and you, uh... You kinda... got a little upset."
"Upset?" I asked.
"You went postal," Zione said.
"Oh."
"And you... really did become a comatose schizophrenic," Zale added.
"This is where we come in," Namdhari pointed out.
"Yes, because where else do crazy people go but WoNDeRLaND?" Miyka'el sneered.
"People in comas go to WoNDeRLaND?" I asked.
"No, honey," Namdhari argued. "You ain't in a coma. You're a comatose schizophrenic.
There's a bit of a difference."
"See, people in comas are asleep. People who are comatose are awake, but refuse to
move. They're, like, scared to or something," Aurick explained.
"Scared?" I asked. "Wait, if I'm not asleep..."
"Schizophrenics prefer to live in their own little worlds. You seem to like this one,"
Zione whispered.
I paused. "Are you saying this is all in my head?"
They began to protest, but Zale stopped them. "We hope not, but... it very well could be.
Like Nam said, you're not asleep."
"You just need me because I'm crazy?" I demanded.
"That's the same way I reacted," Miyka'el muttered.
"I don't believe this," I told them, rising to my feet.
"Whoa, whoa," Namdhari said, getting up, too. "Three, where are we?"
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