Everything had happened so fast, Alice thought as she rushed for the doors. Liam's escape was bad enough, Dalton's treachery at sticking her as a pawn into a game she wanted nothing to do with, and now this mess! As if loosing her shop wasn't bad enough! "I'm sorry." Her words were aimed at Dalton as he snarled and released her. "I am so sorry." Her grief stricken eyes showing how much she had meant what she had said. Which not a single ounce, not towards him at least. "Please." That was her last word before the raven haired tailor made for the exit. Her feet clipped softly amongst the tile of the floor as she burst from the doorway and into the mob of people fighting for the elevator. She needed to get away, and get away now! She would see what could be salvaged from her shop then pack up everything she could there and flee! Another city, or perhaps a small town.

But what of Liza? She had been a good friend and companion. A teacher in this turbulent time. Biting her lower lip gently, Alice ease through the crowd, with a new destination. She'd go back to Liza. The woman deserved to know why Alice was going to flee New York City and leave her beloved shop. It pained Alice to the very core, but what could she do? She could always set up another darling 'Timeless Tailor'. Another little 'Alice the Tailor' to run it. One that Liam and these [i]people[/i] wouldn't find. What of Dalton? Did she reveal his involvement? No, not unless Liza already knew. Dalton had been kind and nice, up til now. Her need to see the best in the man warred with how her reality was shaping and her loyalty to Liza. Alice squeezed past two women, if she made it so far without being stopped and into the elevator's compartment. Her finger pressing the second floor button 'by mistake'.