Dear Andreas Purnell

How have you been? It's been a while since the last time we were able to talk, back at Oxford University when we were so young.
I can still remember the nights we spent drinking and playing cards for hours on end, the fear for the countless exams, the parties, all the joys and laughter we shared together.
After your graduation, I was really sad when I discovered that you had to leave Oxford and never come back, but I guess that job offer from your hometown was too good for you to turn down.
But enough with the nostalgia, we are both doctors and I want to talk about work, perhaps a collaboration, let me explain first:

I became a relevant figure here in London, as a therapist and a respectable man of society I run a lovely orphanage where I gather lost and scared children to give them a roof under their heads and a purpose in life.
Things have gone quite smoothly for me in the past years except for one thing: a young woman named Alice that works as a maid and is also one of my many patients is not having much success with her therapy.
Now, under normal circumstances, I would not talk about the private life of my patients nor the treatments I put them through, but you have to understand that this is not a normal circumstance by any means.
Alice is the only survivor from a fire the destroyed his house and killed his entire family, a tragic event of her childhood that scarred her for life and doomed her to waste ten years of her life in a disgusting mental asylum.
Luckily for her, she was deemed sane enough to be released, and since I was very close to her family I decided to take her under my protection.

I gave her everything I had to offer in order to guarantee her a meaningful future, but some people are simply very ungrateful.
Instead of improving upon herself she spends most of her time locked in a catatonic state to visit a place inside her mind that she likes to call "Wonderland", a twisted and malevolent creation that causes her horrible nightmares and hallucinations.

I have tried many times to erase the memories of the fire and possibly wonderland through my sessions of hypnosis but with no avail.
Nothing is working with her, and I am running out of patience and ideas.

I have no idea what to do and I really need the opinion of the only colleague that I can trust.
Maybe we could see each other one day and work together once again.

Sincerely, Angus Bumby.