Allison didn't remember anything about herself for a very long time. When she was first pulled from the ink, she had trouble processing the world she found herself in so she barely retained anything from those days. She could only recall many others around and examining her, calling her Alice Angel and praising themselves for how "Perfect" she turned out. She knew "Alice" wasn't her name, at least not exactly, but she didn't know what else to call herself so she took the name for her own.

Her first concrete memories were of finding herself in a cage deep in the studio. She wasn't sure how long she had been trapped in there and no one ever came to check on her, but she managed to break out and escape. But she had only changed her small cage for a large more dangerous one. For there was no escaping the nightmare of a studio she had found herself in. Danger was around every corner, but Allison had adapted, crafting herself weapons and reinforcing several safe houses.

But Allison was getting lonely fighting for herself during all this time. Everything in the studio either was mindless and would just attack her on sight or hated her for what the other "Angel" was doing. She just wanted at least one other creature that wasn't afraid of her. Some she could talk to and take comfort from in this nightmare of a life. But there was no one that she could turn to, leaving feeling more alone than ever. The only way she could express her feelings was by painting on the walls.

One time, while she was refilling her ink supply, everything changed. She was gathering ink was a flooded hallway, one that she should have been avoiding because of how deep it was. But it was the closet source of ink to her current safehouse and as long as she avoided touching it for too long she should be fine. As she was going about her tasks, flashes filled her mind of a different life, one that she didn't remember but wish she did. Her thoughts were flooded with moments and glimpses of spending time with someone… someone special…

As she tried to grasp a clear image of whoever this person was, her hand slipped lower than it should of and dipped down into the ink. She could immediately feel it pull at her, pulling at her thoughts and threatening to consume her. She panicked and ripped her hand out of the ink, abandoning her bucket as she scrambled backward. The ink began to bubble and she immediately got out her sword and held it ready for whatever was coming.

But instead of a searcher, a Boris pulled himself out of the ink puddle. He didn't notice Allison right away, focused on examining his own body in what seemed like confusion instead. Alice tried to sneak away but ended up accidentally kicking an empty soup can. She stiffened and held her sword at the ready as the Boris looked up at the noise, prepared to defend herself if he proved to be hostile. But the moment their eyes locked, Allison was overcome by a sense of familiarity.

"Tom?" Allison whispered, not really knowing where that name came from or why she said it. The Boris immediately nodded and almost looked like he wanted to embrace her. "So your name is Tom? It's nice to meet you."

She didn't understand why he looked so devastated.

After their meeting, Allison and Tom were inseparable. They protected each other and Tom became someone she could trust and rely on. And even though he couldn't talk, she could understand him almost as if she had known him for years…

During one of their supply runs, they nearly got cornered by the Ink Demon. They split up in order to have a better chance to escape. Allison was able to get away and to one of their safehouses, but Tom didn't show up. Allison eventually went to look for him and had to rescue him from the other "Angel". He was in really bad shape and she barely got him to a safe house in time. She never did learn if it had been the Ink Demon or the other "Angel" that was the cause of him losing an arm.

They were a lot more careful after that and Allison was a lot more protective of Tom. But during one of their exploration excursions where they were carefully going through the other "Angel's" territory, they heard a commotion in the haunted house ride. Curious about what was going on, Allison decided to check it out despite Tom's reservations. They didn't expect the strange group they would find and were suspicious of Henry's motives. But Allison gave them a chance as Henry gave her the first real hope she had in a long time. And her hope paid off as Henry managed to get them all out and finally set them free.

No longer having to constantly worry about survival and having to fight for her life, Allison was able to spend time reflecting and trying to remember her life before the ink. It was coming along slowly, but she was making progress. She could clearly remember her name now and working as a voice actor. She got bits and pieces of her childhood, but she still couldn't quite recall who that special person had been…

"How… are you doing Alli?" Tom asked as he came into the room, his voice still scratchy from disuse after Henry restored it. Allison glanced over and as soon as she caught sight of him, images began flooding into her head. Images of going out on long walks and candle lite dinners. Memories of laughing together and sneaking off together at work. And most of all, she remembers them getting married and the love they shared.

"Tom…" Allison breathed as tears filled her eyes. She immediately got up and embraced him. "Oh, Tom… I finally remember you… I remember us…"

"Alli…" Tom replied softly, clutching her to him as tears poured down his cheeks. "I've waited so long for this moment…"

"All this time… you remembered didn't you…" Allison sobbed, burying her head in his shoulder. "You knew who I was but I had no idea… It must have been so hard…"

"It's alright… none of that matters now…" Tom assured, lifting her head up and wiping away her tears away. "I'm just happy that I could have been by your side protecting you in that place… Even if you never remembered… I would still have been with you forever… I love you, Alli…"

"I love you, Tom…" Allison smiled before they shared a passionate kiss. She was so happy to finally know who Tom really was. He was her friend and confidant, her partner as they strived to survive. He was someone that she trusted completely and was always there for her even when she didn't know who he was. He was the love of her life and she would never forget that.