Day 3 - Evening.

The ward nurses dragged me into some ‘reflective’ meeting this afternoon, as if I needed to talk about my feelings, or worse, listen to other people’s. The Red Queen dragged the mood down, she was no longer calm. She seems to think that Alice is disrupting whatever power she thought she had over us. Alice shared her experience, as the newest addition to the ward, the nurses felt that it was important she had a say. After the session, The Red Queen went mad! She was so horrible to Alice, it really wasn’t necessary. It simply pushed the girl over the edge and it got her kicked out of the ward…

On the bright side, it’s the last time I must write in this pitiful diary.  I feel like a butterfly, flying free...

Day 3 - Morning.

It’s finally the last day of this pathetic diary experiment. I don’t see what they expected to get out of making us do this, and how dare they take my pipe at the same time!

Alice, the poor thing, was so upset today. The twins did well not to overwhelm her; they can be a little too excitable at the wrong times. She just can’t seem to escape her little fantasies, I do hope the nurses will do their best with her. The others keep telling me that I should impart some wisdom, they seem to think I could control the girl! I suggested mushrooms to the nurses, however they didn’t take that suggestion seriously. The Red Queen appeared to be rather a lot calmer this morning, which was most unusual. Calm before the storm I suppose.

Day 2 - Evening.

They’ve finally done it. They’ve confiscated my pipe. That’s it. It’s all downhill from here. The last thing I need is the irritating bickering going on next door between The Red Queen and The White Queen. They really need to cut it out before it tips me over the edge. It appears The Red Queen has a real problem with poor little Alice. I don’t know what the girl did to deserve such hatred, but it can’t have been much. The Red Queen does blow everything out of proportion, even her head! Her sister really doesn’t help the situation, she thinks she’s so perfect, it really gets on my nerves so I can’t even begin to imagine how annoying it is for The Red Queen. 

Day 2 - Morning.

The ward nurses put on a tea party for us today, it was like a sort of pity party for holding us hostage in this prison. Most of the troop seemed pleased with the nurses’ efforts, but I wasn’t amused; cake isn’t really my thing. Still, I observed the festivities with a cup of herbal tea. The twins were their usual giddy selves. I couldn’t help but notice the little tiff between Hatter and the March Hare. I heard the Hare speak of the past, he of all people should know not to bring that up. Hatter stormed out the room and that was the last I saw of him, hopefully he’s holding up okay. After that, everyone just awkwardly sipped on tea and nibbled the crust-less sandwiches. The Queen sisters seemed to be having issues of their own, but I most certainly won’t be getting involved in that, we all know what a brat the Red one can be. 

Day 1 - Evening.

I came to find a petite little girl on the ward today. She was at the kind of age I’d imagine most parents come to fear most, that age where their child never stops asking for money or lifts or gadgets. I despise the brats. Despite this, the young girl interested me, her stare was so distant, like she was lost in another world. Clearly this was why she was here. I inhaled the smoke from my pipe, appreciating every moment because they’re bound to take this small luxury away eventually, and asked the girl her name. She came out of her trance and abruptly asked me mine instead, looking as though I’d offended her in some way. I introduced myself, aware of the beady eyes of Cheshire beside me, simply unable to mind his own business. I asked if she was Alice; I’d heard the nurses whisper about her in corridors, some kind of special case I suppose. She nodded slowly, not wanting to carry on the conversation. I continued smoking and twins wanted to know if she was the Alice they’d heard about. I told them to stay quiet, the girl didn’t need any more attention than she already had. 

Day 1 - Morning.

This morning was a struggle, I felt drained and unmotivated. They’re trying to get me into some kind of a routine by waking me up at the crack of dawn, I’m not used to seeing daylight. Apparently, someone new is joining the ward today, the nurses are making a fuss about it but I have no interest in making friends. They tell me I’m a bad influence anyway.