Alright, with my one fabulous review from yesterday, and lots of writing energy, I finished my next chapter! The best part about the early chapters is that you can change the plot, and no one will ever know... unless you tell them. so I had a really good idea, and now all the parts are falling into place. This story is gonna be great!

"…At least, I think it's Alice Tyler. My real name has been taken from me or changed so that I would remain safe if Project 253 worked." Alice said this, confusion dancing across her face, as if she was trying to remember something important. There was something else nagging at her in the back of her mind; as if she had just lost the most important thing in the world. But the feeling disappeared, and she just stared right into Jack's eyes; completely blanked-faced.

"What's Project 253?"

"I….I don't remember… I just knew about it a minute ago… I do believe I might be under an amnesia pill… Everything is starting to fall away. But I do remember one thing about the file, it came through with me." As she said this, she lost consciousness, collapsing into Jack; who realized that she would be staying for a very long time.

'I can't believe that was two years ago,' Jack was looking back on the story that Alice told him, he never thought that the void would open again, and this time blessing him with a child of happiness. All he remembered about the void was darkness and evil, never has it left anyone with the happiness of a child. He watched her as she sat in the chair in his office area, drawing some new fantasy or an old memory that had surfaced. He had told her to write or draw about these things so that he could know what was happening to cause the rift and the void to collide.
'She looks cute when she puts her tongue like that,' he thought, not even realizing it. Catching his mistake he replied, to himself, aloud.
"Don't think that way Jack, she only 16..." Not louder than a whisper, but he knew she heard him say something. she always knew, really, if he said anything at all; she was so tuned into his voice, she always heard him.
Even so, his thoughts betrayed him, saying, 'Yes, but you will live forever.' With a huff, he surrendered, He knew fighting himself was not a good thing to do, so he left his thoughts in his conference chair, and went to his team.

She heard his grumble, he did that often when she was drawing in his chair. She looked up to see what his problem was, and saw that he was making his way down stairs. Jack only ever bothered to come down, while she was drawing, to ask a personal question, or if there were any new findings. He was so busy trying to analyze her drawings and journals that he never really slept; and he NEVER came down while she was drawing, so that he would get an accurate picture. Her hunch seemed correct, because he was holding a case file, with three large numbers on it, 253, and the word PROJECT. Jack was most interested in this file because it fell through the rift at the same time as Alice, only a short half mile away. Alice felt like she knew something about this file, but within the last two years, her brain and lost so much memory, that Jack made her start homeschooling in Torchwood. Whoever sent Alice through the rift really didn't want her to remember her old self.

The only parts of the file recovered were the numbers, a list of dates, past and future, and the location of Torchwood in the format of Jack's 'Jump Watch.' All the real information was stolen by the original finder of the folder, or so they assumed. They didn't even know if the whole file came through the rift. All Alice knew about the file was that deep in her memory, it frightened her just a little, like there was something she didn't know was on the other side. Then came a great relief, like she'd found the answer to a physics problem. She was confused about the file, and generally steered clear of the file and all of the investigating around it.

"All right team, we've got a job to do! Tosh, have you figured out what the numbers represent?"
"No, 253 doesn't seem to mean anything to the decrypting system right now, but it's still working."

"Owen, have you been able to match those prints that you found on the inside of the file?"

"Besides Alice's? Nope, not one."

"Okay...Anyone else have ANYTHING on this file yet? It's been two years, why does it seem like we are understanding less and less on this file?" This file is the only thing that could help Alice recover her memory about before the fall through the rift. With drawing and writing, they got bits and pieces from her mind that had been shut off due to her amnesia, but things kept surfacing, hopefully something good will turn up soon.
"I think I have something..." Alice said, with a shaky voice. She never really paid attention to what she was drawing until she was done. It kept her from trying to guess while drawing, which would cause bad memories to invade her thoughts. It would cause her to go into a fit of panic. As she glanced up at Jack, and he knew something had gone seriously wrong with this drawing. Never has Alice ever been scared of any of her drawings. They were mostly of buildings and plants, the sky and animals of London and Cardiff, the one defining thing was that they were all just slightly different looking than those that existed.
The drawing she had just completed was something she thought was only a nightmare. Her mind quickly filled with old memories, rushing back to warn her to 'stay away!' she remembered her dreams vividly now, her running through a dark wood, on a cold winters night, breathing heavy. Somewhere behind her a great darkness was chasing her, and just as the bright light appeared, taking her into the endless white, she saw the face. Drawn in black pen, dark and murderous, was a drawing of the darkness. With long, thin, pointed ears, black as night snake eyes, and an evil smile filled with irregularly long, sharp teeth; the monster on the page was the Goblin's face from the end of all her nightmares.

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