Chapter 3 ~Alice~

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"Commander Leery! She has woken up!" A young man comes bursting into my office. Oh gosh did they wake the girl?

              "Who woke her?" I swear who ever did it has some explaining to do, "I asked, 'Who woke her?' Are you going to answer me or not?!" He stays stiff and looks ahead. I stare at him until he finds the answer,

              "Lieutenant Anderson, ma'am." He puts his head down with an ashamed expression on his face.

             "Thank you- what is your name young man?" He points to his badge proudly,

           "My name is Johnson"

            "Well, Johnson you did well." I gather up my coat and hat as well as the cell keys. It's hard to believe that there is only one valid key on the big ring of keys. Then again there is only one "prisoner", my--

             "Commander Leery they are taking the girl to the new cell!" Johnson is calling after me,

             "Thank you for that new update!" I turn around and head to her new cell.

             "Gracie I'm coming, don't you worry..."

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I walk into the direction of the new cell. We had been working on it for the longest period of time. It is big enough for anything she wants, she has a bigger bed, more comfortable clothes, and some other stuff.

Ugh... Cramp... Ohhhh, deep breath, deep breath. I catch my breath halfway there. 1 month left, 1 last month... Okay almost there just around this corner, I go around the corner tiredly. I stop dead in my tracks. Jackson Anderson is at the door pulling a short girl with light brown hair and a bag on her head into the room. I rush over,
         "What is going on here!" I demand at the officers.
        "Sorry ma'am, Lieutenant Anderson's orders." One of them replies.

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        "Lieutenant Anderson! Did I tell you to wake her?! Because as far as I recall correctly, I DIDN'T!" He turns around like nothing had happened. 

       "Commander, you said if there was any trouble to wake her and move her from the hospital room."

     "I did, didn't I? Well, then what was the trouble?" He sighs acting as if it was obvious,

          "She did it, she went to the dreamland."

          "What?!? No, no she can't! All the others who went haven't come back after a couple of dreams... When did this happen?"

       "A couple days after she blacked out."

       "You mean when she burnt her old room."

          "Yeah I guess so." I do owe him an apology, but that doesn't mean he has to not tell me about it, after all, she means a lot to us. Especially after her brother died, well disappeared, but we call it death. Because you never come back.

       I liked her brother, he always volunteered for anything he could. He always gave it his best. When someone needed a blood transfer and he was the blood type he never said he wouldn't do it. Same for everything else!

            I do know he would visit his sister in the hospital, she was in a coma. She had been in it for a year and a half. Then just before her brother got his first dream she awoke. He comforts her every day even though he was "dying". I told him he needed to get help and he knew what would happen to him. He refused and said Gracie needed him.

            Roberts was stubborn when he wanted to be. The truth was I was in love with him, so I didn't argue. His hair was a messy brown, his eyes were a deep blue, and he had the biggest most welcoming smile! Nathan, why were you so stupid, you didn't even say goodbye! He "died" 6 months later... I miss him. Gracie was with him when he collapsed and stopped breathing. She heard the last words he ever spoke, but now she doesn't even remember him or her life. Nathan and I were due to marry that next morning, he was walking with his sister around the area we were going to be married in. He was talking about something that had made her cry and smile, he had that effect on people.

         "Commander Leery! The boss wants you!" I turn around, it's the Johnson kid I met earlier.

         "Okay, I will be there in a second! Thanks, Johnson!" He smiled at the fact I remembered his name.

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