By the way, this is an attempt at a fanfiction oneshot opening of what would happen for the third game.

"Tell me about the dreams, Alice. It is after all your own vision of events that took place. I do not believe you are insane, but the dreams could be significant to your cure."

"I…I cannot, Doctor. It is quite inappropriate to even remember." The dark room echoed her plea, the grandfather clock ticking aside the oakwood table that lay to the wall of bright purple with streaks of white unpainted wall representing a rose pattern in the very structure, the two people sitting across from one another in the middle. The couch gave rest to a man at 20 years of age dressed in a simple shirt and black pants, while the girl who sat across him on a sofa dressed uniquely from any woman in London he had seen before, black and white dominated her attire from her striped stockings to her blouse and a white ribbon tied at the back of a dirty apron stained with black soot marks and the smell of carbon and fumes.

"Okay, Alice I'm here to help you not to harm." The young man tried to calm the young woman down, his dark eyes betraying sorrow and pity for the girl. He knew who she was, a woman made to be mad and now transferred to her when the last psychiatrist failed and ended up throwing himself in front of a train, for ten years in that worthless asylum. However, Alice's own green emerald eyes pierced his eyes with a glare of warning, as she tensed her knuckles on the furry surface of her seat.

"You promised discretion but I have heard things in your own neighborhood about me. I told you everything, the Mad Hatter and the Queen and….they all say I'm crazy." The girl hung her head, the long bangs of hair streaked like a river down to her neck as the doctor's own eyes widened slightly at the accusation. He had not even said anything to any of the neighbours about the fact he had taken in none other than Alice Liddell, hell he even gave her a new life.

"Alice listen, please listen for once. I'm not going to harm you, or am I going to write you off as crazy. I'm going to cure you once and for all." The young man took off his glasses, smudging the bridge of his nose with his dry warm fingers as he tried to reboot the session on track as he eyed the girl with some wonder.

"Now tell me again what you dreamt of." Alice trembled, her heart ached as her head raced with thoughts and nightmares rushing, visions of things passing….

She was in a corridor armed with her Vorpal blade, looking around a corner before she eyed the figure. Locking on to her target she snuck behind and struck him in the back watching him yelp, hands clutching his back….

"Do you think you're safe in your little 'Wonderland'? Alice, it's not real….Wonderland ISN'T REAL!" The doctor spoke in his room, turning right back to where Alice was sitting, her head hung in confusion and utterly speechless as she tried to speak out and tell him he was wrong….

She had saved Wonderland, the land was back to the clean place of peace and stability that it once was but even as she walked down the road of Londerland she had a dark stirring in her gut about the peace and quiet….

The Mad Hatter was calling her across a bridge as clocks and towers flew around the haunted domain, his large eyes were boggled and completely unfocused under the brim of his numerical and symbolic headwear as he panicked pointing an accusing finger behind Alice screaming bloody murder as she looked, confused by the dark clouds hovering above speaking of trouble; a small crunch behind her in a forest as she felt fear tingle down her spine….

She had been tricked, lying in the dark of her own mistake though she didn't know what, but as she watched helplessly as Wonderland and London merged and burned as one like a raging inferno…

"Alice, what have you done this time? Wonderland is ruined again!" The voice shrilly shriek pierced the picture that broke apart like a mirror…

"All Wonderland is to you is actually a fantasy!" The doctor's face had changed completely with a scowl written on his face at her words, accusing and even menacingly spoke to her his fist clenched as though ready to strike….

There was nothing to do, bodies of mutilated bodies floating in the rivers to make blood, and limbs and arms with roots or bone lay in the dark unlit room save the outside where she heard the sickening crunch of teeth ripping into their flesh as the figure raised a butcher knife above her, Alice turning around to see the blade reach her eyes….

"I saved Wonderland, I saved myself from madness!" The doctor just stared at her own exasperated face, his own eyes looking glumly and uncaring at her own words before he spoke those dreaded words.

"No Alice, you made sure that you are mad. It's your fault, Alice, Alice…."

"Alice!" The doctor's own voice cut off her own thoughts as she tumbled from the sofa her yelp as she felt gravity pull her towards the floor, the man sprung from his seat to grab her shoulders and sit her on the couch. The tense air filled in the blanks for the grandfather clock that suddenly stopped ticking, it's long hand clacking away like a repeated cycle of the missing seconds that passed, the doctor was panicking slightly as he held the woman's hand in his own as he had a flush of slight red at the touch. He quickly spoke again, his fingers pushing up his glasses which slid back down again from the session as he mentally noted a day of hardly any progress.

"Oh dear, the clock needs fixing again. Anyways Alice, it is I think time to rest….you have a long day ahead, and please try to open up to me more." The doctor spoke with more concern in his voice, he couldn't help it for the girl and it frustrated him long enough to not know what was on this enigma. Alice agreed, patting away the dust that has been plaguing her since the trip as she looked at the doctor's own caring face with a small flush of red of her own.

"V-Very well, Jekyll." She said, Jekyll only smiled brightly as he lifted the girl up on her feet, letting her make her way towards the door clacking black shoes paved the way for Alice to open the door, looking at the doctor briefly with a smile before she shut it behind her. Jekyll too had a smile as he turned towards the window of his lavish home, admiring the scenery of the brick buildings and pollution filling the air before he heard a voice behind him with a hoarse and dark tone.

"Does she know?"

"It'll take some time before she knows, after all her mind isn't stable at all as she would like to believe." Jekyll said calmly, before the voice gripped his mind with his eerie words echoing throughout the room, the doctor shifted himself away from the window quickly to avoid the glaring sunlight.

"Are you certain she's crazy, or maybe you like it that way because we are…." At that moment Jekyll gave a hiss of disapproval, his eyes darting behind him to eye the voice.

"Enough, Hyde…I know what we are. But that cannot change anything now when it's over, she's not supposed to know what you did." The voice known as Hyde didn't stir nor even growl at the statement, but instead sneered as he chuckled darkly.

"You mean what we did, you were there too….mind, body and soul. You should have saved them, should have brought them out while the cinders still burned. But you didn't, left them to die…and instead of helping yourself you made-"

"Stop it." Jekyll found the courage to shout, Hyde smirking widely as he grinned internally.

"You can deny, but it'll catch up to you….just like what she did to Bumby."

"I'll never end up like Angus, he promised secrecy. And just like that she helped put Bumby out of his habits, I ought to thank her for keeping it all in to his own grave." Jekyll confidently spoke out, his mind already running through itself for any cunning ideas to deal with this….girl. Hyde caught on to his game as he smirked, that was what made Jekyll for who he was anyway, it was something ironic that the doctors always turn out to have secrets of their own.

"Solutions, Jekyll?" Jekyll could only let out a devious smirk.

"Just one. And it's going to make sure she doesn't remember."

End