#foolish host

{A strange occurrence. This had happened once, leading Allen to meet with a version of Rick who’s memories of the Alice Mare seemed to just be a nightmare. This strange occurrence must have brought him here.}

{An orphanage much like the one he’d been in before, similar piano music playing from the same door that he’d known belonging to Stella. Yet who he saw was very much like Stella, yet a male? The pain in his heart felt like he was Stella, but confusion lined his brain.}

“What do you think about the living and the dead?”

“Um... Excuse me, but could you tell me where this is...?”

“Rick...”

{The name of his friend slip out of his lips before he has time to stop himself from alerting the Alice to his presence. He looked like he did before Cheshire Cat had hurt him, which was both confusing, and a relief at the same time.}

{He'd been in this town for awhile and didn't exactly... Know where to go. Was there even a concrete place to go other than his deathbed? As he walks a street he sees the back of an adult with black hair walking by and nearly sends himself into a shock but runs towards the figure any way. He couldn't see the town clearly through the tears he'd found himself so often shedding whenever left a single thought about the world that robbed him of his friends' life. Or the culprit that manipulated him into killing them. And those thoughts came every. single. second. All he saw was the form of an adult with dark hair,and that was enough to give him motivation to actually move.}

"Teacher...?!"