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"...The Cheshire Cat, Doctor." His tail gave a swish, and he moved a bit closer, his grin showing his teeth and part of his gums.

"...Although I'm sure someone like YOU would have figured that out...."

Apparently, this was the wrong thing to say. Cheshire bristled, his tail whipping through the air. His head dipped lower, claws sinking into the couch as he hissed his words through his broad, rather...insane grin.

"I understand much better than you think, Doctor...much better than you know." Bright green eyes flashed as he leered at her, his grin turning partially into a snarl.

"But I could ask YOU to do the same. I know your type. You...are one of THEM." A broad gesture with a clawed hand towards the psychology books on the shelves.

"Poor Julian has had to deal with THEM before, Doctor. Wrongfully, I might add. That is why I am here to protect him. I don't intend on harming the boy - I just want what is best for him. Living in this world, he is a weakling...frightened...but if he comes to live in MY WORLD...he needn't be."

All at once, he shifted his position into a rather feral-looking crouch. His long legs looked awkward in this position - bent knees level with his shoulders.

"...And NOTHING is going to stand in the way of his happiness, do you understand? The White Rabbit already runs the place...he brought Julian here. Subjected him to this. But that, my dear, is the White Rabbit's duty. He leads. He beckons. Runs to and fro with his pocket watch, being sure that no one is late. It isn't the White Rabbit that Julian fears. Oh, no."

With a little growl, he hopped off the couch, crouching on the floor.

"...It's the ones who put him in the JACKET, leaving him ALONE in a cold, unfeeling setting...tried to TALK HIM OUT of a NON-EXISTANT MADNESS! Ones...like...YOU."

He slowly rose to his full height, bangs falling into his eyes. With Julian's usual timidity, it was easy to forget that the young man was TALL - but Cheshire didn't draw into himself the same way. He stood proudly, taking advantage of Julian's respectable height.

"It isn't the White Rabbit that Julian fears the most, Doctor." There was danger in his tone of voice - his clawed hands rose before him, fingers giving a sickening pop as he curled them like extensions of the claws.

"It is the Queen of Hearts. And I am NOT ABOUT to let you give the order...."

The Cheshire Cat hissed, lunging at Madison.

"'OFF WITH HIS HEAD!'"

He had been hoping to tear into the woman with his claws - perhaps even with his teeth. But the Island, of course, was prepared for such things - had measures of preventing them.

With a scream, Julian crumpled to the floor, knocked out by the microchip within his body...ready for Security to hoist him out.

Ian turned around holding Emerwyn in his arms. The person he saw was a redhead he didn't know. She was a doctor, she said, and Ian didn't trust the islands doctors at all, but seeing as the redhead was going through a transformation too, Ian decided it was just a stroke of Luck finally looking upon him.

Grateful that he didn't ahve to leave Emerwyn in the care of the doctor he had spoken to over the intercom or Moreau, Ian walked closer to her. "I am called Ian, the woman in my arms is called Emerwyn."

Ian nodded. "Very well," he would go with her, he couldn't detect any waver in her voice that usually indicated lying with his sensitive ears. Besides, she was going through a transformation too, surely she was more trustworthy than anyone else who was a doctor on the island. "Please, tell me, what is thy name?" he started to follow her, his hooves pounding softly on the ground.

Emerwyn, though still unconcious, had a detached awareness of the events that were passing. No, she did not know what was happening. All she had were feelings.
As Sabin spoke earlier, a horrific apprehension filled her. But now, now she felt a little more at ease. Like there was someone who could, and actually wanted to, help her.

Ian may have felt a slight release of tension in her already limp body. Though, he may have interperated it another way...

"I'm pleased to be of asisistance. Come, friends, lets go into my office so that I can help," she replied to him held open the door to her office.

Inside it was quite humid so Madison opened up a window to let in some air. She went over and laid a clean sheet over a couch that was laid out in the center. This was meant to be a psychiatric clinic..not a medical doctor's office.

Madison did have to go through medical school and had been keeping up with the latest procedures in both physical and mental health prior to coming to the island.

"I think these smelling salts that I have might help wake her up," Madison replied and she looked through her medicine bag to get them.

Finally, when she located the salts, she uncapped the cork on one vial and waved it under Emerwyn's nose.

"Hold her down so that in case she wakes up she will be relaxed to see your face and won't be afraid," she instructed Ian.

Another new sense overcame Emerwyn in her unconcious state. She was floating down a river, in the middle of a forest. Patches of sunlight gleamed through the bright trees. She breathed in deeply. A huge swarm of scents filled her nostrils.
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These scents were real. The breath she'd taken in with a concious effort - it really happened. Emerwyn was slowly coming to. Straining a bit, ehausted, and very sore, she opened first her mouth, which made a soft cracking sound as the remnants of dried blood broke away. Then, ever so slowly, her eyes opened. It was difficult, and she had to squint in the light, however dim it was, that surrounded her.
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Someone was looking down at her. She strained to see who it was. The first thing Emerwyn could make out were a pair of soft, and at the same time bright, green eyes. They were not as bright, however, as the first time she saw them. Something clouded them now. What was it? She felt a wave of guilt. Was it her? What had she done to this nameless eyes? What had they done to her? She was overcome with emotion.
Suddenly, she started, a spasm coursing through her whole body. It subsided, but she continued to breathe heavily, turning her face away from Ian's, not wanting to make eye contact. His touch on her shoulders burned.
She didn't even notice the other person in the room.