Alice had stumbled and fallen as she landed, giving a sharp cry. Looking up sharply in fear that he had some form of gun or something worse, Alice breathed a sigh  of relief as she realized the man was withdrawing from the window. Had someone heard and come? Dare she hope? The answer was no. No, she did not. That man could very well be on he way down to finish her off, though she knew not why. Why did she suddenly start attracting the crazy folk of New York? It was New York, and thus there were very crazy people if the last two nights were anything to go by.

Fear made her blood run cold as she thought of the night and the crazed man. Of Liam standing over her. She couldn't stay here, he'd find her. Either one could find her. All the crazy man had to do was come down the stairs and then be ready to take potshots at her! Standing, Alice blessed the nurse who had given her an actual gown and not just the lace up the back kind. Moving carefully out of the glass, the woman bolted down the street. She would worry about figuring out where she was later, now she needed to run. The hospital didn't apparently have help available, so where did? Her home? Absolutely not! The police? That was more likely if she could find them! Though they would probably think her crazy. Alice considered herself crazy for jumping. Dodging into an alley, Alice took another turn and tucked herself behind a dumpster. Wincing at the dirt and grim. Flithy. But it was better than dying!