Okay, so I lied a bit, the other chapter is not a prologue anymore and the reason for this is that I decided to rip apart this chapter and start it over from zero. Now three hours later, it is done.

And to answer a few questions; I cannot tell you what happened to England but yes, this fanfic is going to be US/UK, the relationship however won't happen from one chapter to the other so I ask you to be patient. Yes, I am going to continue this fic, and I hope I can update it regularly but it all depends on if my schedule changes or not.

I hope you guys enjoy this chapter.

Warning: Gore, child abuse, possibly a decent amount of grammar mistakes but just that. Enjoy.

The life in New York was not what Alfred would considered a good one, maybe back in the day it was energetic and exciting, but now the city was nothing but a dark hole filled with criminals, gangs and the mafia. Still, people would still move to the city because it was still the center of attention for young businessman that wanted to make a statement and make it big in the world and what else could you do to impress your boss when you were willing moving to a city with the highest crime rate? Nothing.

Alfred sighed softly and leaned back against his recliner chair with a cup of coffee on hand, his blue eyes were staring at the view from the condo that the FBI had generously provided for him. New York was very far away from home but the sunny blond was slowly adjusting to the life in a big city, especially because he was where the action was happening which meant he could get a taste of it first hand and be the one to send those criminals to jail.

Things were not the same anymore though, things were not the same since six months ago. The thought of the kidnapping case quickly brought back memories that the blond had been trying to ignore for the past two weeks, but he just couldn't. It was impossible to forget what he saw and it was impossible to pretend like it didn't happen. Not when Kiku and Ludwig were still in the hospital.

The American could still remember the surprised look on the police officers that found them and the worst part is that he couldn't explain how the suspect escaped, the only thing that Alfred could think and say at the moment was 'He vanished'. Of course this made his superior worried that maybe this was a bit too much for him to handle and so he was on break until Kiku was out of the hospital and for now another FBI agents were going to be taking care of the kidnapping case.

Alfred hated when people questioned his potential and abilities. It angered him. And now thanks to some nut job, he was out of business with his boss thinking that maybe the shock of seeing his close friends hurt was damaging his brain. Stupid.

The blond groaned softly and downed the rest of his coffee before standing up and putting the cup on the coffee table. He needed air, fresh air, or anything to distract him from his thoughts. Maybe visiting Kiku at the hospital would be a good idea for now, not that it would do much though, Kiku was still unconscious. But Alfred was well known for being optimistic, so with that in mind, he picked up his keys and slipped on his favorite leather jacket before exiting the condo.

Driving through New York at this time of the day would pretty much be suicide. It was pass noon and the traffic was horrible, instead Alfred decided to take the subway to the hospital.

A couple of minutes later the sunny blond was sitting on the subway, with his hands deep in the pockets of his jacket. Not a lot of people used the subway now days and they had reasons, a lot of people were getting mugged and rape but Alfred was safe, and if he wasn't then his gun could always blow somebody's brains out.

"ahaha! Do it again!"

Alfred chuckled softly at the voice of a giggling child but paid no attention to the kid.

"How are you doing it?" The kid gasped this time and giggle again.

The FBI agent could hear some whispering but truth to be told he paid no attention again, he was just amused and content to hear a child laughing.

"Can you show me how to do it? Really!...Ohhh! So I have to learn it in a special place….my mom? Oh she is in the back making a phone call!"

That…didn't sound right. Alfred frowned at this and turned his head. Time stopped there. Azure eyes met bright emerald eyes that were now dancing with amusement. He couldn't bring his body to move at the moment. The kid from two weeks ago was sitting on the other side of the train, he was even wearing the same clothes with the exception of a newsboy hat on his head. The green eyed male was sitting next to a little girl that was staring at his hands. He was making cards disappear from within his fingers just to re-appear back under his sleeves and the little girl loved it.

Wait, no. Arthur was talking to a child, he was talking to a child and impressing a child. He was thinking about kidnapping the little girl! With that in mind Alfred's attention quickly turned towards the girl. Blond hair and blue eyes.

The train stopped there and Alfred snapped back to his senses. He quickly stood up and ran towards the other side of the train as he watched the green eyed male get out of the train with the girl holding onto his hand.

"Stop!" Alfred yelled and got out of the train through the same door, though by now the crowd of people was trying to get inside the train as well, making it a bit harder for the agent to get through. But he could see him still, he could still see the hat far on the distance. Arthur was walking up the stairs heading towards the exit.

Alfred didn't waste any time, he quickly ran towards the exit, going up the stairs two steps at a time. Once outside the street the blond quickly looked around, trying to spot the familiar shape of the crazy fucker. He got a glimpse of that familiar form around the corner and without thinking twice he ran down the street. The kid kept moving as well, not once did he turn around to notice that Alfred was following him. No, he just kept walking and the closer the American seem to get the farther away they were getting from the center of the city.

The agent finally gave a sharp turn into an alley and he watched as Arthur went inside the building to the right with the toddler still holding onto his hand. Alfred growled softly down in his throat and ran towards the door before kicking it open, his hand already pulling out his gun from its holster before he stepped inside the dark building.

Empty buildings on this side of town were not rare. But Alfred still had to be very careful because he wasn't sure if this building was being used for 'shady businesses'. He moved down the hall at a fast phase, glancing around the empty rooms on the hall but the child and Arthur were nowhere in sight. Was he imagining things? No, he was sure he saw them walking inside the building.

And Alfred heard soft giggles then.

The FBI agent stopped at the noise, trying to catch where the voice was coming from. The giggles didn't stop and suddenly the agent noticed how dark the building was. He was hardly able to see, but he was sure the giggles were coming from down the hall, so with a determinate stare he kept walking until he reached a pair of double doors. Alfred took a deep breath before leaning back and kicking the door open, his gun quickly pointing in front of him but there was no one around.

With caution Alfred slowly moved inside the big room. It was an empty storage room, some old boxes were laying around and the windows were now covered with pieces of wood or cloth, just letting in enough light for the blond to be able to see. The walls were rusty and were showing water damage and the pipes were making odd noises non-stop.

The doors closed behind him and Alfred quickly spun around. The hatter was leaning back against the now closed doors, his head tilted against his shoulder with a grin was on his lips. The newsboy hat that he had been wearing was now replaced by an old, rusty top hat. An emerald lace was around the hat, gently hanging over the edge and near the teen's face. It was the same color than his eyes.

"Where is the girl?" Alfred kept his gun facing the other, his hands staying firm while his eyes narrowed.

The boy blinked a couple of times, his face looking as innocent as his crazy eyes could let him. "Girl, what girl? What's a girl?" He snickered, and moved towards the blond.

Bang

Alfred shot the male on the shoulder, sending him backwards against the floor. The other landed with a loud noise and he whimpered. One of his hands quickly covered his shoulder.

"Where is the girl? I swear next time I won't show mercy and I am going to shot your legs so you can't get away this time." Alfred snare and glared at the boy on the ground.

The boy didn't move though, he just laid there for a couple of minutes before his whole body began to shake and slowly he sat up, giggles now crawling out from his mouth, giggles that soon turned into a loud laugh. The teenager tilted his head back with a loud laugh, his head leaning against his own shoulder as his wide emerald eyes stared at Alfred. Slowly the boy got to his feet, almost like a puppet that was asking its master to pull the strings but once the boy was on his feet he took another step towards the agent.

What alarmed Alfred was not the distance but the fact that the wound on the boy's shoulder was slowly disappearing. The blood and the dark hole on his shoulder were falling off like old paint that was being scrapped off.

The boy stopped moving then though, and his pose went straight and he just stared at Alfred a smile on his lips as he took off his hat. "Ah, nice to see you again Mr. Officer. I didn't notice you were here. You see I get distracted easily and I am very clumsy! I would lose my hat if it wasn't because is sewed to my head!" He laughed once again, but this time the laugh was different, even the voice was different, smooth, and almost gentle.

"But why are you here Mr. Officer! Oh how improper of me. Would you like some tea? But then again, we don't know what kind of tea you like, but if you like a type of tea then you should for sure like all types…but what if all types are bad and what if all types are good." The teenager frowned and tilted his head from one side to the other, his eyes staring at one of the windows before quickly turning towards Alfred's direction. The boy grinned again, his emerald eyes twitching a bit as he took a step forward. "So, why don't you tell me what type of tea you like?" He snickered again, the same dark voice coming back.

Alfred didn't know what to think or do at the moment and he was noticing that this was happening a lot lately. This case was just throwing him off the edge every single time, he found himself in so many situations where he just didn't know what to do or how to react. It was extremely frustrating for someone like him. He was known for being able to think quickly and react to a situation with sickening optimist but this…he shot the bastard and the wound was gone!

"I fucking hate tea, now tell me where the girl is?" But Alfred was not going to allow himself to be intimidated, now. Not when a child's life was in danger.

The sandy blond frowned and looked confused. "What's a girl?" He asked once again and tilted his head in confusion but then his eyes went wide and he grinned, his hands clapping together with excitement. "Oh! You must be taking about…" And there was a sadistic grin in those lips again, and the emerald eyes seem to be glowing again, the pupils slowly shaking and shrinking and just before Alfred could shot him again the teenager was gone.

He was gone.

He vanished again!

Alfred quickly turned his head from one side to the other, but Arthur was gone. With a growl the agent lowered his gun, until he heard a giggle coming from his left side and he quickly turned towards that direction his gun aiming forward.

The green eyed boy was standing there with the girl in front of him. The girl's eyes were a dull blue color now and she was quiet and just standing still. She looked out of it, like if she was unconscious with her eyes open.

"You were talking about an Alice? Why didn't you just say so!" The sandy blond grinned from ear to ear, his fingers gently playing with the golden, curly locks of the child. "Though I don't know why you would want an Alice like this. She is no good, no good at all! There is so many of them now days! But they are all no good, no good at all!" He nodded his head wisely and licked his lips. "So why don't we just make trash disappear!"

The boy laughed and his laugh was so cold and cynical it almost made Alfred question himself for following the boy. But the girl…the girl…the girl was on fire.

Alfred stared in horror as the boy ran his fingers through the girl's hair again before putting his top hat back on and just as he did that the girl just burst into flames. And then the hatter snapped his fingers and it was like if the girl was back to life but instead of showing those happy blue eyes full of life she was screaming.

The girl fell on the floor and rolled around, her small arms smacking around in an attempt turn off the fire. Her screams were loud and high pitched and her eyes were shut tightly. The curly blond hair was slowly being consumed by the fire, setting her whole head on fire as it happen. Her clothes were rapidly turning a dark shade and were being eaten away by the flames. The skin was twitching, slowly clenching together before leaving gaping holes of flesh as it was consumed by the fire.

Alfred quickly reacted and took off his jacket and quickly tried to extinguish the fire with his jacket and his own hands. He was trying not to hurt the girl and he was trying not to be too rough but at this point he was desperate. He could feel his heart pounding against his chest and his own breathing. Both of his ears were hurting and his whole body was shaking. Alfred needed to save this girl he just needed to get her home to her parents. It didn't matter that his jacket was burning and it didn't matter that he was burning his hands as well. But god it hurt, his hands were shaking and he had to fight the urge to pull them back as he felt the fire burning the skin little by little.

"Well don't you wish you had that cup of tea now so you could pour it on her!" The boy was laughing next to him, he was holding his sides showing how much his own laughter was hurting him but he didn't stop, even when he was on his knees, tilting his head back with his eyes staring at the ceiling. "Don't you!" He yelled this time and giggled, his head rolling against his shoulders.

But Alfred paid no attention to him, not now, he couldn't. No matter how cruel it was right now he needed to save the girl.

"Mr. Officer…" The voice was next to his ear now. Soft lips were brushing against his ear and a pair of arms was now embracing his torso from behind. "What are you doing? There is nothing there." And the voice was gentle again. The kid was soon enough nuzzling against his neck, the arms pulling him closer to the body behind him.

Alfred quickly glanced back down and the girl was gone, his jacket was on the floor with no burn marks and his hands were not burning in pain anymore. What…what was happening?

"Maybe you are a little mad Mr. Officer…maybe your head needs a hat to see things better." The sandy blond kept whispering on Alfred's ear as one of his hands gently ran through the sunny hair. "But then again, we are all a little bit mad…" The teen was snickering again, and the aura of amusement pouring from the other was suffocating.

Alfred didn't know why he did it, but he quickly stood up and shoved the other off of him. He gave the room and the teenager one last glance before running out of the room. He didn't stop running, he couldn't stop running. What was happening? Did he hallucinate everything? Was the little girl ever there to begin with! Or was it all part of that kid's game. But he saw her, he saw her burning and suffering but she was never there to begin with, so how…No, no, no, no. He was thinking like that maniac and he couldn't do that!

The sunny blond took a deep breath when he was out of the building, his eyes staring at the cloudy sky for a couple of seconds before he glanced back at the door behind him. He could hear giggling and it was the same voice, the girl, no, the teenager, but both were the same.

No! The agent closed the door of the building and ran out of the alley and into the street. He didn't stop running. Not for one second, not even when his legs began to burn and feel like water.

The hatter grinned slowly, his eyes staring at the door where he saw the blond running out from a couple of minutes ago. He snickered and gently fixed his shirt, his hat now resting on his head again. Slowly he walked over to one of the old wood boxes and picked up a cup of tea that had been there all along. He brought the cup to his lips and took a small sip.

"What are you doing Hatter? You look highly amused."

Emerald eyes glanced towards his right and he snickered before sitting on the wood box where the tea cup had been.

"Ah. I'm just playing silly, witty games. Little games, little games. Would you like a cup of tea!" The green eyed male smiled, his eyes staring down at the ground now.

"No thanks." There was a small clicking noise and then smoke began to crawl out from under the ground, slowly building up until there was a thick cloud in the room. "I had tea earlier." The cloud of smoke waved off then, leaving a figured standing on its place.

The male figure was holding onto a long opium pipe, and all of the smoke appeared to be crawling back within the pipe until it was all gone. The Asian male smiled softly although his eyes looked as cold as ice itself. He moved swiftly and with elegance, his traditional red, Chinese robe pooling on the floor while the sleeves were rolled back to allowed him to use his hands. He sat on one of the boxes in front of the other his hand bringing the pipe back into his mouth before he took a long drag.

"What do you think you are doing?" The long, brown haired male asked this time with a rougher tone.

"Drinking tea of course!" Arthur said with a grin as he gulped down the rest of his cup of tea before licking the rim of the cup with a snicker.

"I'm talking about stealing an Alice during daytime and without the cat here to take her. " The Asian closed his eyes and took another drag of his pipe, keeping in the smoke for a couple of seconds before letting it crawl out through his mouth. "You are doing what you please again." This time he leaned in close to the blond, his pipe gently lifting up the other's chin until the green orbs were staring at the cold brown eyes in front of him.

"Please? What please!" The hatter snickered and licked his cup of tea again, his eyes staring back at the other. "I was just playing with Alice but…she didn't turn out to be much fun." the boy sighed and pointed at the girl that was a couple of feet away from the two. He shrugged his shoulders and then tilted his head before swinging his legs back and forth.

"mh..." The brunette glanced at the girl and then pulled his pipe back to take another drag before gently tapping it to let out some ashes. "Another useless Alice then?"

The blond snickered softly, his smile growing a bit more with amusement while his green eyes grew wide.

"What do you plan to do with her?"

Arthur shrugged his shoulders at the question again and instead stuck his tongue out while holding his cup of tea on top to try to get the last drop of tea out. But there was nothing there and he pouted a bit. "Dunno! But if she is a fake then she won't be missed and if she is not missed then she may as well not exist! Ah, but the kitty is not around. He is always so hard to find, maybe he is too crazy for me to even find! Why is he always everywhere! I wish he would stay in one place…maybe he can stay in my hat. Nonono. He is too big for that." The hatter frowned and then just threw his cup of tea away. "Would the caterpillar take care of her?"

The Asian male gave the blond an unamused stare as he took another drag of his pipe. "Sure. I'm hungry anyways."

"Have a nice meal then!"

The blond jumped off of the box then just as the Chinese man stood up as well, though he went towards the direction of the girl, while the Hatter turned around to head towards the exit.

"I wish I was like the kitty. Then I wouldn't have to walk so much through this empty land."

Arthur whined as he stretched his arms over his shoulders.

But he got no answer at all and he didn't turn around. Instead a sickening noise was heard, the noise of bones snapping in two and breaking through layers of flesh and skin. Something splashed against the floor, and tainted it a red color.

"Twinkle, twinkle little bat! How I wonder what you are at!" The Hatter snickered, his lips curling into a big grin that was reaching from one ear to the other, his eyes were slowly turning a black color again with the emerald irises staying visible. He giggle. He chuckle and the dark voice was back. "Up above the world you fly, like a tea-tray in the sky! Twinkle, twinkle-"

The noises of flesh being ripped apart were next and something was being thrown around the room. Unwanted pieces. Then the noise of crushing and squishing soon follow, but the noises didn't stop. Because chewing, swallowing, tearing and cutting came next.

The Hatter was now out of the room though and he kept singing to himself, tilting his head from one side to the other as the double doors shut behind him, leaving the scene in the room.

Alfred leaned back against the front door of his condo and slowly sat on the floor. He was panting heavily and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably. Slowly he removed his glasses and put them down on the floor before rubbing his face with both of his hands. He tried to control himself, tried to stop the shaking but he couldn't. Not when even his sweat felt as cold as snow on top of his skin.

The blond slowly got to his feet again and walked over to the kitchen. He grabbed a glass from one of the kitchen cabinets and filled it up with water from the sink. The agent put the glass down on the counter and opened another cabinet that was filled with bandages, medicine, a fire extinguisher and other emergency supplies. He ignored all of that though and reaching for a yellow bottle instead and popped it open before dropping two pills on the palm of his hand and shoving them in his mouth while reaching over for the glass of water to swallow them.

The agent gasped softly and dropped the glass in the sink, ignoring how it broke against the cold surface. 'Calm down Alfred, calm down.' He kept telling himself this in his head and he took a deep breath before sighing softly, his body was slowly getting under control. The shaking was stopping and his hands were no longer trembling. 'Take it easy, just calm down.' And with that the blond was finally gaining control of his body again.

Alfred frowned a bit when he heard the noise of running water. He glanced over at the sink but it was dry, and the noise where coming from somewhere else. Slowly the agent turned his head towards the direction of the bedrooms and narrowed his eyes when he noticed that lights were on. He swallowed heavily and moved down the hall, glancing over at the two other empty rooms. One was his study which was filled with files of different cases and the other bedroom was his guest bedroom but the door was always shut, so that only left his bedroom. With a determinate stare and his hand reaching for his gun he opened the door of his bedroom as quietly as he could. The lights were on but there was nobody inside…maybe he left them on without noticing, he did kind of left without checking.

The blond sighed heavily and rolled his eyes while stepping inside his room and he also left the damn sink on, just great! With a light chuckle the agent head over for his bathroom and stared at the open faucet. He almost felt like laughing, he couldn't believe the damn water was putting him so on the edge, but then again he had many reasons to be paranoid. He shook his head and reached down to cup some water on his hands before splashing it against his face. The cold water felt so good at the moment, it was almost like if it was washing away all of his worries, it wasn't the case really but it was helping him calm down and he needed to be calm in order to think.

Alfred wasn't sure why he did it, but he just felt and saw something from the corner of his eyes. So the glanced to his right and gulped. The blue eyes went wide as he stared at what was in front of him. Where his shower and bathtub usually where was nothing. It was now a plain 'white room'. The floor was padded and dirty, dark, brown and questionable stains where all over the floor but Alfred could easily recognize some stains, because they were blood stains. The walls were truly no different, they were also padded and dirty with hand prints on them and rough stains that were dragged from the wall all the way to the floor.

The agent blinked once, then twice but the room did not disappeared the sink however was gone, along with the mirror and the door of his bathroom, instead a padded door was replacing it. A padded door with no windows.

Alfred swallowed heavily and turned his attention back to the room, and then he was able to see it. There was a figured curled up on one of the far corners of the room. The body was shaking and it was facing the wall. Alfred could tell by the shape that it was a man, a small male that was also wearing a dirty straightjacket.

The figure wouldn't stop shaking and was slowly turning around and leaning back against the padded wall with his legs close to his chest. Alfred stared at the familiar emerald eyes, but this time the two orbs were desperate and dull. The sandy blond hair was dirty and sticking against his face and neck and the pale skin was covered with bruises and dirt. The agent could see that the other was saying something but he couldn't hear him, so slowly he took a step forward and then another and the closer he got to the other the more he could hear.

"Please let me out…please don't let him in, please just tell him to go away. Please, please, please, let me out so he won't come. Please." The voice was desperate and shaking, it was sore and nothing more than a whisper. The green eyed male lips were chapped and had cuts all over, with dried blood on them, probably from bites he would inflict on himself.

"Just let me out, he is coming back, let me out. Please." He sounded so desperate that it was even making Alfred's heart clench. The other was staring at the floor, his shaking increasing by the second and soon enough he was squirming before he started to violently hit his back against the wall. "Please! Get me out! God please!" he screamed this time, his back arching as he leaned back to hit himself against the wall once again before letting his body drop forward to hit himself against the floor but it was not doing anything. The padded room was keeping him from hurting himself and soon enough he was sobbing. He was crying and shaking uncontrollably.

Arthur was swallowing heavily and chewing on his lips, chewing and digging his teeth against his lips until he was bleeding. "Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out." He kept saying over and over again. "Please let me out before I go crazy…please, stop him from driving me mad. Please." And he didn't stop crying.

Alfred didn't know what to think of what he was seeing. Just thinking about this man for the past couple of weeks would anger him, but now he could feel pity? No, not just pity but curiosity. Maybe it was just because the other looked do desperate and with so much fear on his eyes that it was making Alfred's protective instincts jump all over the place.

"OH GOD NO! Please! Open the door! Please!"

Alfred turned his attention back to the green eyed male. He was twisting again and screaming, his body leaning back against the wall like if he was trying to go through it. The look on his eyes was of pure horror and the agent couldn't help himself but to glance in the same direction the other was staring at.

A dark hole was slowly taking shape on the center of the room and the symbol that Alfred had seen before was glowing once again except this time he was able to take a good look at it. It was a circle with a rose and what looked like a castle behind it, with some writing the blond couldn't recognize. But the symbol was gone now and the dark hole was growing bigger and bigger and as it did Arthur was screaming louder and louder, it was even making Alfred's ears hurt and feel like if they were about to pop.

The same hands from before crawled out from the circle, and were clawing at the padded floor, twisting and wiggling around trying to reach for the male that was trying to bury himself against the corner of the room. Except another figure was coming out from the hole as well and that made Arthur scream so loud Alfred had to cover his ears and shut his eyes.

Alfred opened his eyes again and stared at his living room. Slowly he stared down at the hard wood floors of his condo. No padded floor, none of that. Just his normal floor and his living room. He was trembling and shivering, with his hands firmly pressing against the floor and it took him about a couple of minutes to realize that he was sitting on the same spot where he had sat on when he first walked into his apartment.

The blond glanced over to his kitchen but there were signs of the pills that he got out from the kitchen cabinet or the glass he broke. In a robotic like movement he glanced over to his bedroom but the lights were off. The agent got to his feet then, ignoring how his feet felt like jello, instead he dragged himself over to his bedroom and opened the door.

Just then his cell phone rang, making him jump a bit before quickly shoving his hand into his pocket to answer it. "Hello…" He couldn't believe how shaky his voice sounded.

"Ah, Mr. Jones? This is Doctor Cruz, I was just calling to let you know that your partner just woke up. He appears to be in good shape!"

"That's great…" Alfred was just hoping he sounded at least a bit excited but right now he just wasn't. Even though he was giving a weak smile the doctor couldn't see. He kept listening to what the doctor was saying though as he moved through the room until he reached the bathroom door. The blond slowly opened the door and pushed it open before quickly glancing to his right. Everything was in place, his bathtub and shower where on place. He turned his attention towards the sink then and felt a shiver running down from the top of his head all the way to his toes.

The sink was normal, nothing different but the mirror on top of the sink was different.

Somebody wrote something on it with what looked like white paint, though the white pain had small signs of a red shade on it.

'Maybe you are a little bit mad Mr. Officer. Are you sure you don't want that hat? I have plenty to share and many to give…by the way don't forget to watch the TV.'

The voice of the doctor was lost and Alfred hang up, not caring if the doctor was still talking.

No, not right now. Instead the blond quickly walked back to his room and turned on the TV.

"I am standing behind the abandoned building where the salvage crime happened. Police say that they got an anonymous call around 3:25 this afternoon…"

Alfred stared at the building and his eyes went wide, it was the same building from before, the building where the hatter took him to.

"…Inside they found the body of ten year old Tiffany. The little girl got lost in the subway this morning which ended up in tragedy. The police found her body mutilated and shred to pieces, the TV station asked us not to show the images of this horrible case but we do have a picture of the little girl."

Next to the female newsperson a picture of a little girl with curly hair was shown and Alfred's body froze in place.

It was the girl that Arthur kidnapped. It was the girl that he saw walking out of the subway with him. It was the girl that he thought was not real…

Oh God.

The agent threw up.

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