You are walking down the street you live on. Clouds dark from last night's rain hang over your street. It is slightly cold. Your white dress blows in the wind, as does your hair. You walk steadily and hardily towards your house. You knock on the door, expecting someone to answer. After a few seconds, a man with a pipe answers the door. You look at him, confused.
"What do you want, girl?"
"I'm… looking for my Nanny…", you say, looking up at the man. He takes a puff of his pipe.
"Nanny? What are you… some child?"
"No, sir, let me please explain! I've been out all night and am returning to my household… this… is my household… sir…"
"Oh… so you're the one who lost everything…", says the man with a smile. You frown.
"Lost… everything?"
"Ay! It must've happened so fast! Those big men came over yesterday afternoon… took everything you owned…"
"What? Why on earth did that happen?"
"Your nanny, Miss… I suppose when she found out you left, she called some sort of service… everything you owned was found to be inconsistent with your limits… in other words, she filed some suit against you that said you were too immature to handle the responsibility of a household…"
"What…", you say, shocked. How… how could she do this? TO ME?
"Now… on to the task I'm here to fulfill! Miss _, by the order of this British nation under the ruling of Queen Victoria, I, Rutherford Yates, deputy of Sir Arthur of the Scotland Yard, hereby present the right to put you in the care and custody of Middlecroft Working House, under the condition of incompetence, bipolarity, and homelessness, presented in the court of law as of yesteryear, so forth and such which…", says the man, holding out a slip of paper to you. You take the paper, read it, and frown, the paper shaking in your hands.
"No… NONE OF IT'S TRUE! SHE'S DECEIVING YOU!", you exclaim, dropping the paper and starting to cry. The man touches your shoulder.
"Don't worry, Miss… just follow me, and you'll be safe…", says the man, as though you need help. You brush his hand off of your shoulder.
"I… I…", you say, crying. "I REFUSE TO GO!". You do not know why, but you start to run down the street. The man looks at his men.
"Well? GET HER!", he exclaims. The men chase after you. You trip and fall on the ground, tears falling from your eyes. The two men grab your arms. The drag you to a carriage and throw you in the back. They close the door before you can escape. The carriage starts to move… it is very… dark inside of the carriage… a streak of light shines on your face… you curl up in the corner, your arms holding your legs on the ground… you look up… and all you feel are the tears on your face… the wet tears falling uncontrollably… unrelenting… because of your sadness…

Beast reads the note. Her eyes open wide. She frowns as though she is very upset. Dagger notices her.
"What's the matter, Sis?", says Dagger, concerned. The note shakes in Beast's hands.
"I… I…", she says shakily. Tears form in her eyes. She crumbles up the note and walks towards the flap. "Mustn't let… this happen…". She walks out of the flap.

Joker runs down your street towards your house. He reaches your house and knocks on the door. Yates answers the door, holding his pipe. He smiles.
"What is it, lad?"
"I'm… is… is _...", says Joker, tired from the running and at the same time hurriedly. Yates takes a puff from his pipe.
"Sorry, lad… you just missed her…", says Yates expressionless. Joker frowns.
"Do you happen to know where she might be?"
"Hm, let's see… if anything, she's scavenging for food on the streets…", says Yates, expressionless again. Joker starts to get mad.
"Don't be ridiculous… where is she… really…"
"It really isn't any of your concern, lad… besides…", says Yates, looking at Joker's skeleton arm. "You'll probably be joining her in the next few weeks… ha, ha, ha…". Joker, with his left arm, grabs Yates's collar, thrusts him to the wall, and holds him there, his face in Yates. He scowls at Yates.
"I'm only asking you ONE MORE TIME… where… the hell… IS SHE?!", exclaims Joker, his eyes mad with rage. Yates smiles at him.
"Abusing a deputy of the Scotland Yard isn't smart… circus lad…". Joker's hand lightens the lift of Yates's collar.
Scotland… Yard?
Joker slowly puts Yates on the ground. He lets go of his collar. Yates brushes himself off and puts the pipe back in his mouth. He smiles.
"Trust me, lad… you best stay off the path that girl has chosen for herself… maybe she knows too much, perhaps?". Joker frowns. He turns around and starts to walk away. His cloak blows in the wind. He closes his eyes. "Oh? So I'm right, eh?". Joker stops. He opens his eyes. He turns around and looks at Yates.
"No… you're wrong… YOU'RE DEAD WRONG, YOU HEAR ME? I'm not afraid of your DAMN ORGANIZATION, your DAMN THREATS, or your DAMN WORDS! I'm not in the right mind to believe every Goddamn THING you say! If I stay off the path she chooses, I lower myself to the filthiest trash on the streets… and no… it's not her… it's not me… it's YOU FILTHY BASTARDS! And I swear…", says Joker, walking up to Yates. "If you EVER lay one BLOODY HAND on her… this…", says Joker, holding up his skeleton hand to Yates. "Will be the LAST thing you see before you meet your Maker!". Yates frowns. Joker smiles. He… laughs madly. Yates smiles.
"Ah… so it's just a laugh?", says Yates with a smile and a laugh. Joker walks away with a smile on his face.
"Who's joking?", says Joker, walking towards the circus.