Alice rolled her eyes and slumped back into her chair, arms folding. Charon's answer... it was just stupid! Why would anyone risk their lives over some silly poem? Even the most unhinged of her followers wasn't that insane!

"Standing up to death, as if it were a person... so dumb," she said harshly, "But I suppose I can't expect any more from you than the truth. So, whatever. Katie will take your samples from you when you leave - be a good boy and just hand them over without a fuss, 'kay?"

She waved her hand dismissively, but her eyes were already out of focus, her brow furrowed. This guy couldn't be a complete moron, could he? He was a doctor, after all... he was supposed to be at least sort of smart! So why did he put so much stock in some old poem? Was he afraid to admit that there was no point to his life? Alice had already all but accepted that was true of her own life. She lived because she wanted to, because she was afraid to die. Even if life sucked, she would cling to it rather than accept the alternative.

As Alice put a hand to her forehead to lightly massage it, she blinked. The light on her camera... it was still on! He was probably still watching, and if so, he had seen her moment of weakness!

"I said [i]leave[/i]!" she yelled, cheeks burning. How could she be so careless?