<div style="text-align: justify;">Alice shook her head when the rabbit suggested that maybe his mother's name was just the same by coincidence. She wasn't sure that they were related, but it would be way too much of a coincidence. Someone who had the same name as her mother. And who had a relative called Alice who was different. And there was still a resemblance. Alice sighed, upset and confused with that situation. She wished she had never met the rabbit.<br/><br/>"I can't be a part of your past", the girl replied. "You had never met me before today", she pointed out. "So, there is nothing to link me to your past but a name". Alice tried to shrug it off, but it was too difficult. He wanted to forget about his past. And she wanted to learn more about her own. Or at least a part of her own that seemed to have been hidden from her.<br/><br/>The girl was about to say something else, when she notice the walled on the floor. Picking it up, Alice pulled whatever was sticking out. She frowned in seeing that picture. Why would Michael have a picture of her mother?<br/><br/>Touching the picture with her fingertips, Alice sighed. "This lady is my mother, when she was younger". The girl's voice sounded really quiet, almost a whisper.</div>