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"Still a mess, no surprise. His kin roasted like chestnuts before his eyes. Ten years in Rutledge asylum waisted everybody's time."

"Dr. Dipy won't do better. Still hauling out his memories,the fire."

"I deserve consideration, don't I? Who found him his new clothes? Who got him a place at Dipy's? Where'd he be without me? On the street, selling his backside like a prostitute!"

"Like me pigeons though, he's doled out a pound or two. But what I know's worth more than that. Kept his secret, haven't I?"

"Heard him say: "...all died on my account. I couldn't save you!""

"I told him my silence is for sale, cheap.
I'm a good sort, unlike his nanny! The uppity whore! Or that lawyer fellow from Redcliffe, that took his stupid rabbit."

"Need money. Warned him I'll tell the coppers if he didn't make a donation to my upkeep. He yells and goes off his own head. Day's he can't remember his own name, what I heard."

-Pris Witless.

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"Nurse Witless do you intend to harm me, to send me back to Rutledge asylum?" Allen asked as he walked up to the old woman. They were on top of her house were she had cages of pigeons, which she was currently feeding.

"I won't say no." The old lady said, sprinkling the bread crumbs into the pigeons cages. "I've got a thirst you could photograph." She walked towards the view of the buildings of different sizes. "Need a drink?!" Her voice distorted, making Allen take a step back in shock. He could hear her bones snapping out of place. She turned around, revealing a deformed face that resembled a monster. She then roared and began approaching Allen.

Allen backed away in shock. The floor beneath him started to rumble and crack before breaking and making him fall. But he did not hit the ground. No he was falling through a blue vortex, passing clocks on the way down. He held his head as voices replayed in his head, till he couldn't take it anymore.
Allen then screamed, causing an explosion.

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Allen floated down to the ground of a beautiful forest. His clothing had changed colors and form. His eye's were closed and his hair slightly flapped in the air.

 His eye's were closed and his hair slightly flapped in the air

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