Ah, yes, the White Rabbit was your husband, and as of right now, he was currently sewing the rabbit head back together that he had gotten focused on that, that was until you came in with some tea and cookies, he smirked and looked up at you his black hair cascading down his back and shoulders, his bruised body in few of you, he then spoke up in a charming voice that you so dearly loved.

"Ah, my dear, there you are, I see you made some cookies and tea, how lovely, come, come."

He gestured for you to sit on his lap, and he then motioned to the rabbits head on the counter top.

"What do you think of my work, my love? Going smoothly, right?"

He smirked, waiting for approval of yours, you, you were his pride and joy, his wife, he didn't want anything bad to happen to you, he wouldn't let a DARKCOM Agent near you or Dante Sparda for that matter, you were his and only his, his gorgeous wife.