down the rabbit hole; [the good doctor]

[[T.]odd]

i'm not crazy
i'm just a little impaired ;;

Jonathan was quite sure he that he couldn't hide the look of amazed irritation at the diminuative woman as she pulled herself free of her restraints and began to wander around the room. She possessed an air as if she knew exactly where she was and exactly what she was doing. He didn't like it. At all. It was grating on his nerves, and there was no possible way that she hadn't noticed. She was exceedingly sharp to be a victim. That would have to change. But for now, he allowed his piercing glare to be enough reprimand as he answered her questions. "Since you seem to recognize who I am, you would understand that my colleges don't agree that I am of the same stature. They're sorely mistaken, of course, and will correct themselves with time."

The doctor stood to his fullest height, towering at least a foot over the female who was drifting around him. "I have no intention of you developing Stockholm's. That would indicate that I had an intention to keep you around, which I certainly do not. Your full intention, in fact, is to remain here as long as I need your services, then you will be dispatched of." There was nothing that could sober a person, he had found, than the hovering threat that their lives on earth wouldn't be quite as long as they had hoped for. However, Alice had already proven herself to be a little different than normal, so he wasn't sure if he would be surprised or not to see how she reacted.

Suddenly, though, her eyes locked on to his and he stiffened considerably at her comment about his past. No. That was a topic that no one touched. He didn't talk about his past. Period. It was a taboo subject, and she had just crossed the line. His shoulders squared and his gaze became much more fierce and much more frozen, his face a total mask of cold fury. "I don't recall summoning your opinions, Miss Fitch. You would do well to keep your place here; it might extend your life longer than you would think if you could mind your tounge. Not considerably, of course, but enough for a few more days of breathing the air that humans covet so dearly. That's worth something to most people." He strode past her to the door, procuring the key quickly from around his neck and paused, glancing back at where she stood near her pitiful excuse for a bed. "Sleep now, if you feel like revisting your nightmares. Otherwise, feel free to live in this one."

And then he was gone.


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