As Sasha bound her hands, she bit back the anguish. She disliked this, and that was putting it mildly. It also put it mildly she was afraid. Oh, poor Alice was deathly terrified and this was really down the rabbit hole. A part of a dratted book that some friends kept quoting about her name. Though to be fair, it was a rather good book. It was all to do to not shake herself to smithereens, something she definitely knew she couldn't hide when he picked her up.

Though when he thrust his phone into her hand, she fumbled with it for a minute. Though spotting that Facebook profile she gave a scandalized hiss. "Why were you looking at this picture? I look horrible in that dress! I thought I deleted it!" Alice frowned at him as he slipped out the door. "Yes the dress was good, not for my body style though! And why were you in my Facebook page?!" Shaking her head before she could answer. "And if I cooperate that's two stones down for the both us. I get my work done that can be shipped out and my customers don't have to wait as long. You can get you're father back sooner. Win win." The timid smile was hardly reassuring as it shook slightly. But Alice stood firm. It would do her no good to be negative as she was already down the rabbit hole so to speak.

She was generally quiet as they walked towards the alley. Though the phone buzzed unhappily, as Alice's thumbs slid across the screen. Searching for beings that fell along the lines of invisible, abducting, very fast, very strong, door=breaking, and extraordinarily wealthy. Needless to say she was fully focused on this, her brows knitting together. Though as she paused to look up when they turned down the alley she shivered slightly and gave a slight squirm. "Wait wait wait!" Her pleas grew slightly frantic. "My coat! Your coat! My purse! Eek! My house keys!" She gave Sasha a pleading look. "No breaking another lock, please? Ms. Wigby will have a fit! Oh, dear... She'll have a right fit and send a rather nasty letter if [i]that[/i] lock is broken!" The poor elderly woman who owned the building had replaced enough keys and locks that Alice had 'misplaced'. Her letters about the issue had become increasingly more pointed over the year she had lived there. For all reasons, Alice was sure the woman was about to toss her to the curb.

"I mean, I'm sure you're a very strong werewolf. But not my lock?" At least, she hoped he was a werewolf. She hadn't read much on her folklore recently, and- She flushed as she looked down the phone again. The search engine flashed with a answer for the question. Which demand to know the result of her search, and in quick order. "Vampire? Oh dear... I've been working too late for this." Which apparently to this site they were mortal enemies but that was okay because the vampire....

"I want to wake up." She moaned in defeat. "I need to stop working so late I pass out and have horribly odd dreams." Oh, she prayed with was a dream. If it was a dream, she could wake up and get back to her lovely clothes. Or a nightmare. Though if it was a nightmare there would be horrible wide stitches somewhere! There always was! It had driven her first roommate insane when Alice had woken up shouting about how to tie off a thread, after falling asleep at her mannequin. Unfortunately Alice's body was fully shaking in fright as she tried to convince herself it was all her imagination. As she was often imaginative as a tailor ought to be.