Alice shivered and sat against the cold brick wall. Why was everyone out to get her? The raven haired tailor shook her head in frustration. Even those thoughts made her sound crazy! Alice pinched the bridge of her nose. She didn't want to move from her hiding place, but she did need to move didn't she? To go back to the hospital, hope the man was gone. That was risky. To go the police was risky as well. Though her scream, the broken glass, and a crazy man after her. Her green eyes closed tightly.

She was nuts. The horrifying incidents were making her seem like a schizophrenia patient. "I just want a normal, quiet life." She whispered, curling into a ball. Her hands running through her hair as she combed out the tangles. A pointless task in a filthy alley. What to do? What could she do? Go back to the hospital? Or the police? Or home? Home was risky. She didn't want to lure the man to her beloved shop. "What is going on? What do I do? What did I do to cause this?" Alice whimpered weakly. Chewing her lip, the tailor wiped away the tears falling down her cheeks. "What the [i]hell[/i] is happeneing?!"