After hearing the word from one of the staff members, she knew flew off the handle, how had she let this happen? She specifically said that this was not to happen, not again, not like this. But nonetheless it was and she was furious at this very idea. Who had even allowed this to past, the whole point of her saying things was so they did not happen, she had only allowed the Mad Hatter because she was as much a tragedy as she was.<br/><br/>Now here she was diving through drawers to find the form indicating who had accepted this, who had forged her signature to allow this aberration to enter here. Her breath was quick, sharp. Her eyes darting about desperately, hurriedly. Nothing. Nothing at all. Where the hell was it? Seriously inmates did not just appear? Where was the blasted form? SHE MUST FIND THAT FORM! She had to. If she didn't then she could not reverse it. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! In utter frustration she slammed her fists down knocking everything off and started weeping.<br/><br/>"if you go down to Wonderland... you sure are for a big surprise. If you go down to Wonderland you better open your eyes. Because the day the day the kitty-cat steals innocence..." sighing she would avoid interviewing him for as long as possible, anything to allow her to work and focus on working, but why had anyone signed this? Were people trying to get her to relapse, was there anything she could do... wiping her eyes, she spoke through the intercom leaning down, maintaining steady tone.<br/><br/>"Five minutes until Inspection. Any new inmates are required to be vetted later this week. Please tidy your cells and don't struggle."<br/><br/>With that she would head out her office.<br/><br/>Deep in the darkest areas of this place a force older than the beast, older than humans lurked, waiting, by the end of this the inmates would be running the Asylum.